Plans
to ski and climb were thwarted by bad weather. We were
angry as hell because we had high hopes of glacier bliss
and schussing down perfect spring butter, but instead
we had sticky oatmeal, and, anyone who likes that should've
been there. They would've gotten their hearts content
of it! Of course, no weather in Washington would be
seen without some measure of common courtesy? it was
georgous when we returned to the city. This time we
planned a more guaranteed adventure. No rain or storm
could ruin kayaking. Oh no! It could even be a boon.
On
the Olympic Peninsula are numerous creeks. Gary Korb's
book on the area details dozens of runs and other than
a few I've kayaked none of them. Since my brother and
I haven't boated much recently, we decided on an easy
creek. The East Fork of the Humptulips fit the bill.
Besides
not having a map at the start of our adventure, when
we did find our way to the put-in we managed to foil
the route to the water. After lowering ourselves off
a steep bank, we made it to the river with boats full
of twigs and dirt. Ah, sweet reminders this was! Ain't
boating great?
Throughout
this class III creek there wasn't much to challenge
us besides the scenery which was out of this world!
The countless wildlife sightings were equally mezmerizing.
Ducks were chased down the creek and otters poked their
noses out to catch peeks of us and eagles swooped from
tree to tree. We felt like special guests and these
were our hosts out to greet us.
One
rapid necesitated a portage at this flow. It was an
ugly, narrow drop we portaged on the left down a fish
ladder. Afterward, the canyon's beauty continues to
blossom until a huge falls drops in from the right.
Our camera ran out of battery here. No matter, reason
enough for those that are able to go here. For us, the
end comes with disappointment, but I'll be back at higher
flows for reminders. What a great run!
Our
next taste of the Olympics would be spent in the Wynoochee
Gorge. |
