Labor Day afternoon, we kayaked the Willamette, embarking at Willamette Park. The river was lower than the last time.1 The northern dock wasn’t in the water until its end and we weren’t able to go between Hardtack and East islands. Instead, we crossed closer to the floating houses and went father around the islands before deciding to turn around. Along the way, we watched the other paddlers, the bicyclists on the river path, and the train. We heard those at Oaks Parks screaming as their rides swung around.2
I’m even more convinced than ever that I need my own kayak.
My lunch ride today was along the Rock Creek Trail underneath some impressive power lines. Out came my camera.
Power poles have incredible variety. Every pole solves a different problem of topography, relationship to adjacent poles and need for lateral bracing, wires to nearby poles and to the ground, and wireless antennas.
Crowd-powered journalism becomes crucial when traditional media is unwilling or unable. “[T]he ability to have those real-time news reports — both verified and unverified — available for free to any user of the network is important not just because it allows us to see what is happening to the protesters and their civil rights, but also because it reveals First Amendment abuses like the dismantling of cameras and other equipment used by media outlets, or the arrest of people for recording the activities of police, which as my colleague Jeff Roberts points out is legal, despite what police forces across the country seem to believe (or want to believe).”1
According to Google, the drive home from Fort Bragg, Calif. should take ten hours. We did it in fourteen. Clearly, we didn’t follow Google’s plan. Instead, we stopped (or drove) anywhere something looked interesting — and took pictures.
A few roadside turnouts along the Pacific.1 The coast is so beautiful! We had to stop multiple times to take it in.
Drive-Thru Tree Park in Leggett. Six years ago, we had another Mendocino weekend and stopped here on the way home to take pictures. Traditions are hard to break.2
Humboldt Redwoods State Park. Kevin hadn’t seen redwoods before, so we had had our excuse to stop and take pictures. And hug trees. And sit on logs. And take more pictures.
Avenue of the Giants. Stopping in the park wasn’t enough redwoods so we drove through miles of those gorgeous, big trees. Amazing! And we stopped some more.
Paul’s Live From New York Pizza in Eureka. Mmm… How did we know where to eat before smartphones with maps and Yelp?3
False Klamath Cove just south of Wilson Creek and Crescent City. At six in the evening and still in California, we should have kept driving, but we were ready for a break.4 We knew there was going to be enough driving in the dark of the night that we might as well enjoy a little more beach. Kevin and I threw sticks and logs into the ocean while Suzi and Ashley wrote on the sand. It was well worth the stop!
And that doesn’t count filling the car a couple of times.5
I think one was in the windy twisties. Those in the back seat (and maybe in the front) needed a break. ↩
For our Saturday excursion, Suzi and I rented1 four kayaks to explore Sunset Lake. Ashley got a larger life vest for Mousse.2
Suzi, Ashley, Heather, and I boarded our kayaks. Ashley had Mousse join her. Things went swimmingly until Mousse went swimming. Thanks to Mousse’s life vest and its handle, Ashley was able to get Mousse back on board. Turns out, Mousse likes to swim and is fast. And Mousse likes to swim a lot! With her life vest, we didn’t worry about Mousse getting dog tired. We could paddle next to her and let her dog paddle.
By the way, if you are looking for a nice place to rent some recreational kayaks around Seaside, Cleanline treated us well. I’m sure they’d do the same for you. The owner is friendly. That wasn’t too surprising. The kids who helped put the kayaks on my car were friendly, too, introducing themselves, shaking my hand, asking how my visit was, etc. Wow!↩
Although we also got one for Meisa, it’s going back; Meisa said nothing doing to putting on a life vest so she could sit on a tippy kayak. Instead Meisa relaxed, tied up at our campsite. ↩
Camping near Sunset Beach, it would be sad not to be on the beach while the sun is setting. A cloud layer at the horizon blocked the orange rays, leaving yellow and blue, while the flat beach reflected the clouds.