7 Feb: a portage on Coffenbury Lake
February 10, 2016 by Tangly Cottage
Sunday, 7 February 2016
I had heard that Coffenbury lake was one of the best picnic sites around. Since it was work tomorrow, this lake should be checked out today.
It’s near the wreck of the Peter Iredale in Oregon and closer than Lake Cullaby.
On the way I crossed another river that has a large marina and other curiosities at its mouth.
Note for the future…be prepared to portage if I do the Skipanon.
A lake to play in and lots of grass for a picnic.
A grassy boat launch.
The perfect setting for…
a HORROR MOVIE !!!!!
A young Chris Lang from nearby Astoria wrote a screenplay in 2011. Here is his 69 sec. trailer of his vision for a local horror pic. See the preview here and read his screenplay, if you dare.
A hood rack to carry long poles. New to me, but brilliant!
A dog and its pilot returning. The electric motor is silent and not disturbing the young man focused on the bobber.
The plan was to go counter clockwise, but as it turned out, there would be no return trip.
This eagle was waiting for me to move along as it had been on the shore with its meal.
The water was very reflective today.
Looking north from the southern end. It took about 30 min. to reach.
I was waiting quietly here for a critter to resurface. It got away.
The lake was overflowing over a foot path and it looked like there was another lake beyond.
I heard happy voices ahead. “I think I see a red canoe.” So I waited to see. Soon a dog, its escort, a woman and a boat all converged.
There’s a black dog splashing rightways in front of the canoe.
An out of town guest from Everett was getting a guided boat tour from one of the locals.
Off we went.
Small waterways off the pond sometimes led to the next pond, sometimes not.
The app.’MapMyWalk’ must have amused a low flying satellite as we tried various routes.
The portages were grown over and hard to find. The kind local folks encouraged me on with their gracious offer to drive me back to my car.
This gap in the bank was the correct route, not the easy looking channel to the left.
Boats are wobbly when only supported by the ends.
The cold water is knee-high at the edge of the grass.
Civilization at Lake Leinweber.
After we landed I was listening to one of the residents talk about the Canadian geese. “Each one leaves eight ounces of shit per day all over my lawn. I spook them away by pointing a laser pointer in front of them.”
I had to look that one up. According to canadagoosemanagement.com she was off on her numbers. “An adult goose eats up to 4 lbs. of grass and drops 2 lbs. of fecal matter daily.”
Hey, is someone is talking about us?
Besides a borrowed canoe, the host had five (5) small restored sailboats around the garage and takes one out almost weekly. This was worth a short tour of admiration and an exchange of email addresses. But first I launched the couple from the canoe and a neighbor in my boat so they could try out the pedal drive. BTW, my jacket is finally staying dry behind the seat because of the dry bag Dave & Melissa gave me for my birthday.
One of many who had fun with the kayak.
I only got up to 6mph but the young neighbor looked like he was sprinting faster. I should have tucked in the GPS out of the way to measure it.
I accepted a ride back to the Lake Coffenbury parking lot. Fortunately I was gone before the movie’s horrors of the night and returned to the sailboat master’s place to pack up.
Sunset at the grocery store.