drizzle didn't bode well for a canoe
excursion but by the time we got
to Duwamish
Gardensboat ramp
the sun was out and we had the wind
at our back and practically sailed downstream. sarah paddled and steered
from the stern
as i munched a muy macho
burrito, purchased with gift certificate she
earned sunday
on the boat's inaugural voyage as part of river
cleanup flotilla that netted among other
discarded treasures some foam pipe wrap that we
now use to cushion our truck rack
and an18-foot 4x4 plucked from the riverbank. sarah
certainly has left her mark on this
section of the Duwamish: woven living
willow, carved log, and 130
foot mural.
we hoped to time the tide and catch its turn to
carry us easily back to the
put-in, but wind was against us so i had to
actually do some work. it was still
quite leisurely, time enough to take in the
sights, from bucolic
to unnatural.