Blue Jays, Blue Waves

Blue Jays, Blue Waves

September 8 The wind was already blowing when I launched my kayak, but I hugged the shore and made steady progress. A strange object was bobbing up in the river ahead of me. As I got closer I realized it was an otter chewing happily, 

Hood River

Hood River

September 7, Day 168, 170 miles to go  It was crazy early when I started rousing myself. Orion was bright in the sky.  Breakfast was cold cheeseburgers, a pastry, and excellent coffee, all of which John had brought. Possibly my favorite breakfast of the trip.  

The Dalles

The Dalles

September 6, Day 167, 187 miles to go Last evening Nan Floyd flew over my camp on the way back from her fire where she was Air Attack. She drove out later with some awesome Chinese (or was it Thai?) food, and a growler of