Jake and I went today. The river had subsided from it's extreme high from recent rains, the weather was warm even if the water was not and we did encounter winds. Managable but bothersome at times
The management and crew of the outfitters were friendly and glad to see us as usual. The owner even refused pay for the incidentals I piled on the counter when I paid for the shuttle, gum, snacks etc.
Jake and I were the only ones on the shuttle van and he took his accustomed double seat behind the driver and I rode shotgun up front. But before we could leave the headquarters, a gaggle of late arrivals showed up and we had to load more canoes on the trailer. And pack a lot of people in the van. I offered to sit with Jake or make him sit up front with me, but the driver wouldn't hear of it. He packed to people into the back, one sitting on their ice chest while Jake and I kept our seats. Suffice it to say that we seem to have gained perks from our "frequent flyer status".
Jake amused the driver and passengers when he began singing with excitement just before we reached the put-in site. He recognized the road from last year and the year before. Not so amusing to the other passengers was his flatulance.
I knew from past experience that I would need to let Jake swim for a while before we launched to work off some of his pent up energy. So per usual, I let the others unload and launch first while Jake swam and I arranged our gear in the Guide.
It didn't take him long to figure out why I had placed a new rubber door mat up front for him. It gave him much better footing on the slick hull bottom.
We pulled up on a newly scoured gravel bar for lunch. Jake swam and played while I dug in to some simple chow.
I had three knives with me but forgot to get out my PFD knife for show and tell. It is a Schrade SP-3 Lightweight, partially serrated for cutting rope.
The recent high water had downed a lot of trees along the way, though none were a problem for me to avoid. Gravel bars had moved, new channels opened and old channels closed. Fresh timber piles will provide campers with firewood well past July.
We got off the river at about 4:00. Jake waited at the canoe, guarding our gear, chasing swallows that nest under the highway bridge and minnows in the shallows. While I hiked up to the parking lot to retrieve the truck and trailer.
The trip home was uneventful but Jake was worn out. He revived somewhat whe nwe stopped at Sonic. I got a burger and he got a small order of fries and a large cup of water. He does well drinking out of a cup. We both took naps when we got home and unloading will wait til morning. A nice Sunday on the river.