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Monday, 12 October 2015

Allan goes paddling on two rivers…

Gray’s River

You may recall that on September 19 I paddled up Grays River  towards the covered bridge, hoping  to reach the bridge and maybe get a take out dinner at Duffy’s on the way home. After some mix-up where to launch, I paddled 11.5 miles up to Duffy’s, failed to reach the bridge, and got back just as the sun was setting.

This time, using the highway, I drove to the bridge, then I drove to Duffy’s, and successfully made it. Even got the take out dinner for Skyler.


A rare sign on the road to the covered bridge.


Gray’s River valley


This launch next to the bridge could be used with a trailer.


Yep, I heard something fall off the boat as I dragged it to the water and nope, I’m not going up the creek without it.

As there was a good current, I headed upstream as I didn’t wish to walk back.


This is about how far I got, still in sight of the bridge.


Looking upstream, this part of Grays River gave me a treadmill or hamster ball-like experience. I couldn’t paddle fast enough to keep the shore moving.


Under the bridge where someone worked hard to tie up that rope .

This current is with an +8.1 outgoing tide but the river is supposedly not tidal past Duffy’s, just swift.



440 yards up, a quarter mile back. Now it’s time for lunch.

I left the covered bridge launch and drove to Duffy’s for food.

Duffy’s used to have a launch here until it was washed out a few years back. Now, I’m not really sure about car parking unless you buy a lunch. Duffy’s told me it’s popular to kayak upstream from Rosburg with the tide and return with the receding tide. The employees have no trouble climbing down to the river but the boaters stop in less often to eat as there is no place to tie up.


The view upstream from the Duffy’s dining deck.

Duffy's Irish Pub

The dining deck


Duffy’s from the road.

More interesting than a picture of a bowl of butterbeans and cornbread (my lunch) is this panel from a book of old comics they had. The panel is from Gasoline Alley, the reflection is brilliant, and worth a closer look.



The owner owned a concert venue in Portland in the eighties and maintains a stage among their eclectic collection.

There remains a sign “Ramona Salazars Garden 2001” over their always interesting garden.


Deep River

On the way back I decided I had time to drive out  to the end of Oneida Road next to Deep River and drive past the launch I used last visit. It finally ends on a single lane dirt road up past an isolated single wide that just looked like NO TRESPASSING. It’s a different feeling than looking at backyards in Surfside from their canals.

Driving back by the ramp I stopped, checked out the tide and decided that I could just drag the boat into the water for a couple of hours before the drive home.


When I launched at 4:50, these two were just putting in and I could hear them fussing over starting their outboard.


A mixed garden on a piling


A heron fishing without a truck, tent, kitchen, dock, power boat, gear…

A sunken ship! It must be almost a hundred feet long!



its forward deck


its superstructure.


dark, drippy and silent inside


Mud boots; good idea. Exploring inside; maybe not.

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I saw planted columns at old buildings done in the Little & Lewis style

Planted columns created or inspired by Little and Lewis are all the rage at many gardens we have toured over the years:

another use of planted columns by the famous garden designers Little and Lewis

another use of Little and Lewis planted columns at Bella Madrona

the Little and Lewis-y water feature at Floramagoria

the Little and Lewis-y water feature at Floramagoria

The Little and Lewis pillars in the boggy garden at Heronswood

The Little and Lewis pillars in the boggy garden at Heronswood

You can see more at The Little & Lewis Garden: An Appreciation

This fishing boat has a low deck under the spool.


scupper of the week

As I paddled past this vessel a “How ya doin!” came out the window. Whoa! (and I put the camera away). I then discovered that he’s fishing for salmon, (there’s not many), he’s setting his net soon, and he’ll leave me room to get by on the far shore.



I had to take a picture of this backyard as it was watching me.

Among the many wood pilings, this one looked different.



It was a six foot oar partially full of water and now it was mine.


A tree recovering from a twenty foot horizontal set back.


Ahead, the nets are now coming out. Time to head back. This boat was located by the abandoned lumber mill on Highway 4 by the tight curve with the flashing arrow.


There is an old single wide in the mill’s back lot that can be seen from the highway. It must be the residence for these fishing boats.


Need to get back before dark but there was that sunken boat again…must see. It’s enormous and the tide had gone down almost two feet.


Aww, from the river’s bend I could hear an outboard start, putter a few seconds and stop. It restarted then died, again and again. It had been almost 2 hours since I had left. I told them that I wasn’t trying to be funny but did they want an oar I found? There were two crew members and the boat likely only had one oar. It might put it to good use. “Where did you find that?” they asked. Turns out they had borrowed that same oar a couple of weeks earlier and had lost it. There it is by the their steering wheel. The boat is called ‘The Fishing Machine’ and no, they didn’t need any jumper cables.


The fish were safe today.


Lots of stopped the time as I was more distracted than intent on making distance.


Here’s a little eryngium (perhaps) that I spotted as I slid the little boat into the back of the van. Back to garden blogging tomorrow as we look at what the wind storm did locally.

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