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I managed to find the slow way out of town. Here I am watching a crew clearing the large tree that recently took out the city’s power. Down the road I was stopped again as traffic watched a crane working on a new culvert.

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Left is the tree top and right is the sizable trunk with fresh wires in between.

After arriving in Seattle and settling in and visiting with my brother, I attended a Christmas party with old friends Saturday night.

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A bunch of Moto Guzzi owners-but no motorcycles parked outside in the snow.

Next day started with some detective work.

A Wedgwood grade school classmate of mine had posted this picture on her Facebook page. The house in the background looked familiar but I couldn’t find it on google’s street view.

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The car may be a classic but it was just a couple of years old at the time.

Soon the case was solved.

Here it is almost sixty years later.

Next, I walked a little further to our grade school, past a ‘Little Free Library.’

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“Every book is a Tardis”

A small portion of the Wedgwood grade school’s playground has been made into learning gardens divided by grade level.

A greenhouse just like ours with an ambitious self-leveling water collection system already half full for the sixth graders.

The faucet by the fence is plumbed a long way from the school.

For the third graders

A friendly sign.


I went by my old house and noticed a more efficient heat pump had been installed by the new owners. Mom’s plants are maturing in the foreground and our Scottish Terrier’s play area was behind the fence.

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Across the street was a beauty berry bush.

Next, it was down to the water where Seattle likes to boat.

We are at the site marked number one.

In spite of a Seattle SeaHawks game and a forty degree day melting the snow from the day before, I saw a couple of boaters.

The Aqua Verde Cafe rents little boats and serves up Mexican food.

A tetrapanax highlights Aqua Verde’s small garden. The Interstate 5 bridge is in the background.

One of these tours might be convenient. They know where to go and will try to bring us all back right side up.

Birds of a feather flocking off the dock.

Next, I headed for Duck Bay in the university’s Arboretum, my favorite place to canoe as a kid.

Duck Bay residents.

When I was a kid, we used to drag our boat to the mud bank closest to the “You Are Here” arrow and muck our way in.

The Arboretum now has dedicated graveled landing sites, and they’re not very near the car at all. I was told at the visitor’s center that with the scarce parking, most boaters launch from the University crew house and paddle across the highway of motorboats going through the Montlake cut.

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The university rents canoes from the upper left.

When I was a kid, this seemed a lot bigger.

Here’s the water route that leads to the noisy freeway bridges.

Next place to check out was at the south end of Lake Union next to the original Boeing airplane plant .

The mouth of Cedar River has a small park and a boat club centered around its racing shells.

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When Boeing is done building the plane on the right it will be towed over the slender bridge to the field to the left.

Not the prettiest place to paddle, but lots to look at.

The couple on this bridge were waiting to see a plane take off.

A sign you don’t see very often.

I was behind the building when there was a loud roar overhead.

I missed the potentially fatal jet blast, dang.  The couple on the bridge was excited to see the plane take off,  whoa! How did the locals know the time of this thunderous event?

Later, back at my brother’s place:

A couch surfer’s view of my brother’s apartment on the last morning.

When a guest stays too long they look like prey.

On the way home, I stopped at Trader Joe’s for a few special groceries from the ‘big city.’ There I learned when not to get another free sample.

Sign at Trader Joe’s

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Sunday, 6 November 2016

Allan goes boating on Young’s River

It’s been 84 days since I had set sail. During that time I had installed a fence, helped plant thousands of bulbs and watched a record rainfall during September. Life is good; today its even better.

I had been been looking at a list of over twenty local kayak launch sites that Columbia River Kayaking located upriver in Skamokawa posted. Given that I had an almost free day,  a 17 mph SE wind, and a high enough tide all afternoon, it must be a sailing type of day. Young’s River is remarkably close, wide enough to tack upwind and as yet unexplored by me.

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The launch site post states that the… “Astoria Yacht Club is located at the SE corner of the Old Young’s Bay Bridge. The Yacht Club is a funny name. It consists of mooring for a commercial gill net fleet around salmon net pen docks, an old green building, picnic shelters and tables, and an outhouse.”

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The dock with the Old Young’s Bay Bridge in the background

It continued: “The boat ramp and dock are atrophying into oneness with nature. At low tide, the launch area is a marvelous mudscape. But it serves our purposes just fine.”

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a modest but capable boat launch at a +3′ tide

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Fishing dock art

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heading past the first ‘yacht’

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Looking back, the boat ramp is on the right.

I first checked out the nearby bridge and probably could have cleared it but the goal was to get near another launch seven miles upstream at Olney, where the river is much more narrow.

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Signs not seen by cars such as how to call ahead to get the bridge raised.

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off into the grey

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According to a chart Skyler gifted me, these might be male ‘oldsquaws’.

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this might be a ‘harlequin’

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a house of gulls

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I think he was sorting out his nets.

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rain ahead with a good breeze blowing my way

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Here I thought I was getting near to an inattentive heron on a piling.

As a squall came throughI reached my top speed of 7.9 mph.

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not a lot of color but a nice cloudscape coming my way

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I just finished a couple of books set atop the isolated mesas of Venezuela. This could be their view from the Orinoco River.

After tacking upstream and expecting a quick trip back, the wind died.

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I headed around the first island to at least set a landmark as to how far I had gotten.

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A tree stabilizing the upstream end of the first island

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Looked like bamboo getting established

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a relic

There was a small river I’d passed earlier. I wanted to check out its bridge.

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Entrance to Wallooskee River

A modest breeze powered me up.

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looks pretty low for a sailboat

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kit cat

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Too low, turning around

The breeze had been fronting another squall.

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The wind is gone, rain is pouring, and it’s back out to the main river.

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A wet and shy heron

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the sail catches the rain and drips it down

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so I hung it off to the side and encouraged it to drip elsewhere

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The Astoria Column

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A Cormorant Column and the Lord Nelson Column

Here is a photo I found of the view from the Astoria Column looking up the Young’s River.

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I made it up to the edge of the river’s view and partly up the river edging the tree line on the left. The launch is off the picture to the right.

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power boat returning to dock

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an accidental wet lens effect

The rain paused long enough to pack up and get back to the SALT pub to hear about Skyler & Carol’s adventures that day.

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A working class yacht club

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Putting an old GPS on a waterproof box with a small battery shows I was moving ninety six percent of the time and faster than a brisk walk.

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Saturday, 3 September 2016

Allan goes boating in Ocean Shores

Last year I attended a paddle race that looked to be frantically fun. I would see how fast I was compared to other boaters (Last year’s race). All human powered craft were welcome and the pictures showed a wide variety.  This year I thought it was history but the organizer called and asked if I was coming.  So, with no training (as usual), off I went.

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Emerson Park on Duck Lake

I arrived with a half hour to set up, register and be in the water.

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They’re unloading a 26 foot Huki. Long and slender with an outrigger (or ama, as it is called in Hawaii).

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These are considered ocean canoes for two. (class: OC-2)

I think he said “Stay left of first island, then right on the next, then stay left.” Mentally I was flipping the map 180 degrees to align with the lake but in reality, I planned to stay in sight of someone ahead-then pass them at the finish.

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Bob showing us the six mile course.

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Pretty hard to get lost

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With the tailwind drifting me into these beautiful boats, and six miles ( 5.6 on the GPS) to catch up, a few feet back is no big deal.

Some people start really fast. Now, I need to start passing them all, except the lead boat so I don’t get lost.

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Steve and his canoe, a fine paddler indeed as I had this stern view most of the race.

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Boat racing class: C-1 (m). A canoe, one person, male. The more classes, the more winners.

If you brought a sea kayak for one (SK), there were six other boats out there in that class. There was also one fast sea kayak (FSK) which are extra long and slender but I couldn’t spot it.

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Headed around the first island, on the left, I think.

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We disturbed the gulls as we passed one of the support boats.

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The first of a singular set of boats I managed to pass.

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Back at the finish. I was twenty seconds behind Steve and his canoe, but always catching up.

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Last year did 1 hour, 8 minutes. This year I was slower by 82 seconds.

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Meanwhile, I noticed later looking at this photo at home, was another ‘MaryBeth’ kayak like the one I have at home.  (That means I purchased it from our friend MaryBeth.)

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The red #20

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The start of the two mile event.

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A home made canoe and a Huki behind me.

Turns out I could get better pictures from the back of the crowd.

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Off they went.

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Paddling hard

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Around the one mile buoy.

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Michael’s brilliant home built propeller pedal craft. He started late but finished first in pedal craft. He also posts a lot of pictures for the Sound Rowers club based around Seattle.

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The left view shows the chain to shaft transmission. the right shows the bar he uses to adjust the prop’s height. The plate that protects the hull is under his car rack.

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Next up was the poker run.  We were each given a map to six docks to gather playing cards. I had more time to look around and enjoy as we went another three miles to the various neighbor’s docks.

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And their little dog too.

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waterlilies (nymphaeaceaes)

This pedal boat also entered the six mile race. I caught up with them here in the poker run. Their Nauticraft’s ‘Escapade’ has a simple belt driven propeller .

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One person to pedal, two to give encouragement and wave.

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A semi-transparent ‘skin on frame’ design. I think this was the boat that was doing eskimo rolls near the dock later. Apparently there are roll competitions as I listened to a tale of an eskimo roll with no hands.

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Oooh, an ace. No prize here.

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Combining the 2 mile sprint and the slow poker run.

I maxed out at 6.9 mph last year with faster times last year too. Looks like I need to rest even more and save up more energy

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Now it was cardboard boat building time.

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Our team with two sheets of cardboard, three rolls of tape and a couple of box cutters. Bob had a plan.

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More teams at the ready.

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Our budget kayaky boat with a seat.

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Also a paddle board and prams. 

We all used lots of tape for waterproofing.

Meanwhile, I had earlier taken a photo of the Girl Scout parents. Their troop was sharing the park with us today.

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Here they later are building a cardboard boat with us.

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The Girl Scouts are ready to launch. Our team’s boat is in the background.

Each team was allowed one helper to help with the launch.

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And we’re off.

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The ‘S.S. Win’ skimming away while the Girl Scout brings out her cardboard paddle.

The first and second place boats were still loading up while most of the pack took off.

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Our team launching last…

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…but fast.

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Her boat was sound but the paddle was bendy.

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Our boat headed opposite the crowd around the buoy.

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First and second place

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The last sunken boats including ‘S.S. Win’ swam back. The Girl Scout is still heading out to the buoy.

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No one is left on the water but the support boat. She’s still heading out to the buoy…

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…and back.

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A strong design indeed as they took this boat out to play after the race.

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Great fun for all but, unless someone else steps up to run the show, this year is the last.

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More bountiful and bolder deer than on the LB peninsula.

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Attractive planters with spiky plants at their city hall as I started the long drive home.

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Sunday, 14 August 2016

Allan’s boating excursion

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Returning to the scene of part 2 in the August 7 blog 

The last time I was on the Willapa river my goal was to find the most shallow part that could be paddled. I had been advised it was just over 2 miles up from the Wilson Creek launch .

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Just a couple more miles upstream!


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With a slight tailwind, here I am back at the bridge 2 miles upstream from her dock.

This resulted in a formula:  GIVEN: (glass half fullism + pity (ghf+p)) equals a multiplying factor of 2.25,   AND: ( a stranger’s given distance (sgd) x (ghf+p)) equals the ACTUAL DISTANCE (ad),  The formula looks like: (sgd) x (ghf+p) = (ad).

Substitute the given values: (“2 miles” x 2.25) = 4.5 miles actual distance.

This was proven true today, twice.

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Into new territory. The wind was predicted to be 15 mph and carry me right upstream. It wasn’t blowing yet

The river is salty on its incoming tide which might explain this sharp high tide vegetation line.

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Lots of attractively planted pilings. I bumped over a few underwater which must be even more a thrill with an outboard engine.


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The second bridge. This is about the upper limit for small fishing boats according to LeeRoy’s Ramblings  , an excellent local fishing blog.


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A typical North American small fishing boat.


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Wow, what a destination!


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This is a “no tickets’n turnstiles” budget water park featuring a unique high dive with tidal adjustable height.


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Also featured is a water swing plus a return ramp up the beach. (More about this river’s beaches later)


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The locally sourced return ramp


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Many hours of work involved, and such an accomplishment! The old time artistic signature above and the modern era disclaimer below.


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This was worth paddling by many times as the river kept pushing me downstream while I  studied and imagined this place in use.


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A not so quality picture of a couple as they quickly kayaked downstream. “Just another 3/4 mile.” they said.

Applying the earlier formula again, briefly, ((2.25) x “(3/4) miles)”  equals just under 1.75 miles to go. I measured it….

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Looked like a tree wanting its picture to be taken.

…and with a slight round-off error factoring their downstream exuberance…

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Upstream at the ‘end of the line.’

…it was actually 1.5 miles upstream from the kayakers’ friendly ( ghf +p ) advice and 4.5 miles from the dock near the launch.

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Shallow rock bed all the way across. Time to wade like an explorer or turn around.

Banging into pilings and shallows resulted in a rod becoming bent and a flipper stopped moving. One flipper would equal only half speed so I took a few minutes to replace it.  I can straighten the damaged rod later.

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Headed back downstream against a wind.


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An attractive farmhouse with a beach.


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Returning under the first bridge with a wet lens.


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Past the cute ‘Lany Bug’ again.  It just called for another photograph.


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Last visit I thought this ramp only needed a replacement dock. Now I think the bank washed away from underneath it too.


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Adjacent to the ramp the riverbank looks scrubbed.


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Alert boaters must become shorter than this stick.


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I learned that when a ski boat is being towed the towed person gets soaked.

Back at the launch I installed the other pontoon and headed into the brisk wind downstream.  I intended to to paddle down and sail back.

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A fine house and a riverfront fishing camp.


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A turret, skylight, fireplace and style.


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The beginning of a very long row of pilings.


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Tightly spaced and extending around the bend.


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The head wind still blowing should make for a quick trip back.


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The apparent source of the pilings, an old mill.


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Remember the water park’s beach ramp? This is the typical river beach. I learned to wear knee boots, they built a ramp.


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Part of a old belt system I think


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It’s next to the burned and ruined dock


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It looks like a small cedar shake operation still continues.


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Where’s the wind?


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Getting a scrub before boarding


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A house with a fine view while the trees slowly grow back.


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Calm, windless water. It was still a faster trip upstream against the current than downstream against the wind.


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A shy deer from Raymond.


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Professional model deer from Raymond


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A colorful rail on what looked like a day care center.


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12.3 miles with about 20% of the time not moving.

Piecing together about three trips, I’ve now paddled  the Willapa river end to end except for the swampy bits on the upper left of the map near Raymond.

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Sunday, 5 June 2016

Allan Paddles the Bone River

James Swan, the author of the book, ‘The Northwest Coast’, built his residence at the mouth of this river in the mid 1850’s. In his time it was called the Mouse River or the name it had always been before: The Querquelin.  The Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum is currently running a photo exhibit of ‘Swan’s Land‘ which I plan to see soon.

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Mr. Swan’s sketch of his residence with Toke’s lodge on the right

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The Bone River is just below Bruceport

Today’s plan was to use the northwest wind to carry me to and from the river’s mouth and also to use a rising tide to go up the river, a falling tide to return.

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Starting at Bay Center and going for a  gold star

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1 pm to 6 pm will be clear of the vast mudflats.

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Passing Baby Island at 11:20 with a rising 2.4′ tide and mudflats.

There is a short road upstream just north of the bridge that would make an easy starting point if you’re comfortable leaving your car there.

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Looking downstream from the turn off.

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A peaceful highway view that soon will have a red boat distraction coming upstream.

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The town cafe and biker bar. I will return.

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Oyster farmers unloading.

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A large parking lot at the launch with an oyster white sheen

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Another working boat coming in just before I leave.

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Between those two points lies the Bone River

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I found a skinny cup for the small cup holder in the little yacht. I can now sip drinks enhanced with salt spray.

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Off for more oysters.

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First view of the river’s entrance

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I tried for a better photo, twice, before pulling down the mast. The bridge is really too low .

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This works.

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The swallows swooped in and out faster than I could snap the shutter.

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A calm river with very little current. In four miles there will be hazards only a more nimble little boat can ascend.

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A hot day today. The birds and animals seemed to be snoozing. Here is a stray fishing float we will follow up later. Note its location.

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Convenient for logging, the trees were all pretty young.

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This line of pilings to tie up log rafts were the only human relics I saw past the bridge.

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A mild wind was blowing upstream.

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Not enough wind to bother with the sail.

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A head scratcher.

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This was the end for me today. The water was five feet deep but this hazard is is best conquered with light little boats like Mary Beth’s 39 pounder she sold me.

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One outrigger pulled in but it’s still like turning around a motorhome.

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Quiet trees on a warm day

Now it’s time to get back to the launch. The day is still, quiet, and the wildlife seems to be snoozing until the evening. I speed up to 4 mph and head back to the bay. A 33 sec. YouTube video putting you there is here.

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Potential sea beans for Skyler on the right side but they’re muddy and it would kill the plant.

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Same float, different place. Now it’s in our yard.

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A survey post where I wanted to land to see where the old village/homesite might have been.

I walked out to what I thought might be a marker for this historical site.

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It was a marker for a recent survey and a ‘witness post.’

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When I got home I reread the book’s passage and decided the more likely village site was upstream of the bridge.

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“The river wound round this point in the form of a horse-shoe…”

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The circle indicates a field that may contain the site of the old illustration.

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Possibly a historic field next to the highway

In the 1966 book: ‘Coast Country’ by Lucile McDonald, she describes the recent finding of James Swan’s old fireplace. The site has also changed due to building a highway through it and flooding.

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Sea beans for Skyler by the survey site. Plump, thick patches of sea beans everywhere. I took a few and we had them for dinner the next night.

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No salt required on these little green delicacies.

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I sailed back to Bay Center.

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Closely spaced floats in rows marking oysters

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Six o’clock Sunday evening and the port is quiet

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A view of the 101 bridge just south of the Goose Point Oyster plant from Bay Center.

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A rough oyster shell beach.

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Lots of ‘stopped’ time today, like a staycation tourist.

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Outside of the Dock of the Bay eatery

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Some of the interesting art inside. I couldn’t see an artist’s name on these prints but very interesting in a ‘how things work’ way.

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Reasonably priced hamburger steak dinner including the option of ‘oyster dressing topped with hollandaise sauce and melted cheese.’

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Baby Island on the way home at 8:20 pm with a falling +2.1′ tide. It’s back to being mudflats again.

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Monday, 30 May 2016

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Memorial Weekend Monday was a busy day at Broadway Park. It’s east of the stoplight and a noisy happy place with lots of playground equipment, tables, big restroom and the Neawanna River. That’s the river you’ll see under the Highway 101 bridge at the north end of Seaside, Oregon.

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The fancy dock is just above the picnic trailer.

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This is Seaside’s wheelchair compatible, easy for everybody, kayak dock.

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A two and a half minute video on how this works can be seen here.

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Grab the rails, roll on the rollers and easy-peasy, you’re in, right side up.

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Today, I’m going upstream as far as possible. There is plus 1.6 foot rising tide so it’s pretty low and shallow.

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A Memorial Day wreath had washed up  on shore

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A set of rapids that might have sent the faint hearted downstream to easier waters.

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The creek looked like it had a long way to go so I dragged the boat further.

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Looks like an old bridge but the bank was too high and muddy to see if the any tracks remained

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Paddling partners going upstream, just a little more quickly due to their shyness.

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Silverleaf sending out tendrils to get established on the banks

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A second portage. A good reason to have a little boat that’s easy to carry.

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It’s still lower than my boot tops.

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Just south of the 12th St bridge was the last bit of floatable creek.  There were four groups of goslings swimming about so it was the end of the line for me.

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As close as a 5x zoom lens can get while I stayed well back.

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Goose school in session.

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The South Sundquist Road bridge before heading back downstream

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A muddy salvage trip but I got it. It was unlabeled. We can always use another cone.

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Probably a victim of english ivy.

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We traded greetings as I portaged back.

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Almost ready below the portage, got the cone, looks I’m walking back because I’m missing something.

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oops

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A speed bump for deep boats

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I gave the wreath a nudge to send it on its way.

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One of Seaside’s low maintenance plantings on their Broadway St. bridge.

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Six, maybe seven sentries watching the river below the park

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A heron doing neck stretches until it realized I was watching.

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Then it dignified right up.

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Geese making gloppy sounds in the mud.

The Seaside Chamber of Commerce filmed this same trip, with a red kayak, here. It’s under four minutes, taken at a high tide and with ambient music.

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A short trip but part of completing a ‘U’ around Seaside.

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Today I did the bit marked in black. last October I did the route marked in red. Someday, when the tide is right, I should connect the two doing the green route.

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Bonus for having a van, I was able to stuff inside a new pre-assembled dream wheelbarrow for Skyler under the boat.

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Saturday, 21 May 2016: Allan’s day

warning: The following content may be limited in variety as there are only a few different shots available. When you got to keep up with the group and the group consists  of identical looking red boats, camera fiddling just slows you down.

I had been looking forward to this trip for months. West Cast Sailing, who had sold me my boat was inviting everyone with similar Hobie boats to an afternoon sailing around Ross Island in Portland Oregon. Picnic provided and over fifteen boats had RSVP’d. “It looks like we will have good wind and a low probability of rain.” The owner of the shop, Peter McGrath, had confirmed all around and I was looking forward to learning, looking around and fun as sailing kayaks are scarce around here.

The event was at Willamette Park in Portland. The plan was to sail around Ross Island and return for socializing. The computer said about two and a third hour trip, the GPS for the car said three and a third hours. SO, I believed the car’s GPS and set out really early. As I cruised past Hillsboro, just west of Portland, it showed I still had over an hour to go. I backed out the screen’s view. I was headed to Willamette Park in Corvallis, south of Salem. The Portland park of the same name wasn’t listed. I reprogrammed it to Ross Island Grocery Store which would  get me close and presto,  now I was going to be an hour early. Yay. Wish I had brought a paper map.

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Portland (the rose city) features roses heavily in their landscaping such as this freeway ramp

 

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Setting up forty minutes early should make me on time when they start

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A delightful audience of a young boy full of questions and observations as I expertly fuddled about. All was good except an outrigger is installed backwards (a training wheel to the little guy).

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A wooden dory with leather oarlocks, and a good sail boat to boot. I would have loved to listen more as he explained it to the fellow with the brown shoes but the party was beginning.

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Carl and Connie had just arrived from the tri-cities, about 220 miles away, a day trip that humbled my 85 mile trip.

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He brought his new two passenger  model (with the comfy seats).

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A home modified version  of a similar trailer we use for Tangly Cottage Gardening.

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Our host Peter  (in the back), and his guest, Carl & Connie in the middle red boat …and that was it. The rest canceled partly because showers were predicted.

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I was putting the wheels away (I now see that they can ride behind), and guess who was going to be last in?

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A trampoline is handy for phones and strong enough for people or crab pots.

Julez from the Salt Hotel told me before I left: “What makes an adventure is when things go wrong.”

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A Canadian goose is first out

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Leaving the dock by foot power

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Heading off. Carl on the left using the new spinnaker, Peter sailing, and I’m about to head for the beach to flip around the outrigger.

The wind was so light we all went about 4 mph no matter what. Carl put up two sails and I pedaled harder. Peter just sailed. His shop has a wide array of small sail boats but these are the only ones with built in pedal drives. That feature allows sloppy sailing techniques for the rest of us. He’s been sailing almost weekly since his teens. I pedaled, sailed hard and caught up with him so I could shadow him and learn. “How do you know where to head without a wind vane?” “I’m a wind ninja” Ah. more practice is needed.

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Connie with her phone on a stick camera. Carl now has both sails up. We’re still all together.

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Ross Island is a rock processing site. Couldn’t really explore as I had to keep up.

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Rounding the top of Ross Island near the Hwy 26 Ross Island bridge. The Tilikum Crossing is behind it.

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The wind was much stronger on this side of the island

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Kayakers under the Tilikum Crossing, the largest car free bridge in the country.

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I barely got my camera ready in time to catch this fast paddler with an outrigger.

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A fireboat quietly went by on its way to a kayak gathering up north.

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Peter giving the ‘thumbs up’ as I might be able to share this good pic with him later. My better camera was back in its bag after refusing to snap pics.  I found out later that it recorded a useless ten minute movie instead. It’s busy out there!

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Connie taking my picture after I ran parallel with them on the last stretch

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Peter heading off while the fire boat displays for a kayak event up north. It even briefly sprayed a red white and blue pattern.

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Peter mixing with his own kind and a fishing boat on the right.

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A tourist boat glided by among all the little boats.

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Keeping up as we headed back to the launch. Note the wet sail. Nothing says fast like lots of water splashing in your face. The newer boats have designed out a lot of the splashy fun.

A forty-six second video of Carl & Connie sailing can be seen here.

With just one person and 64 percent of their sail area I felt pretty good about keeping up. Nine mph felt fast because of the wind and spray.

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Packing up for a long ride halfway across the state. My boots also were filled with water.

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One way around Ross Island

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The Portland Aerial Tram went by overhead. First time I became aware of its existence.

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Tree bases are set in stone with car / bike / people deflector stones on either side.

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Must be art on poles. I looked it up and it’s called Inversion Plus Minus

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Whump! A gale blew in so suddenly I saw a convertible on the shoulder working on getting the top up – quickly.

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Sunset over the Columbia from Astoria’s Maritime Museum.Back to the quiet local waterways and home.

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