The Columbia River is four miles wide at its narrow point here. Upstream and downstream, it spreads out. forming silty side bays and shallow sands in its center. The only two deep channels are against the opposing shores. I've paddled all the deep stuff and most of the silty bays, but had not explored the sandy center. From a distance, the sand looks pretty boring, and it's tough to access without a lot of work. To top things off, when it blows, the shallow shoals are a maelstorm of short, vicious chop. But, a cool, calm morning beckoned, and I exit Youngs Bay below my house on a falling tide, determined to -- at least -- set foot on Desdemona Sands, the largest midriver shoal. Desdemona has a history, being the first "inside" obstacle after sailing ships transited the Columbia River bar, before jetties and dredging channelized the river flow into reliable courses. There was even a lighthouse at its downstream tip. Horse seining for salmon was run off Desdemona; piling forests stand as silent reminders of horse barns and of bunkhouses for the seine crews. Hitting the main shipping channel, I pick up a couple knots of ebb, angling 45 degrees upstream to counter its effect. A sailboat churns upstream, its small engine barely winning the contest, as a freighter takes the channel and convinces smaller vessels to its edges. Across the shipping channel and the strongest current, I slip along Desdemona in lesser headcurrent, working my way above the big bridge to Washington, stopping a half mile up. Wheew! This is hard work, especially for a guy whose paddling muscles are not in the best of shape. Two hours of labor, and I stand on sand recently vacated by hundreds of seabirds, off the commercial district of Astoria, but made invisible by the mile or so separating me from the ten thousand pairs of eyes on shore. Coffee provides relief coming and going, I guess, as I pee onto the sand. Way less impact than hundreds of bird poops, I hope. The river sands shift so much and so often that charts for the center of the river are useless. Even so, I am surprised to find a large channel running back downriver, cutting across the sands towards the WA shore. Years ago, there was dry sand here, making many square miles of it where now there are only strips. I can't resist, so I head down it, following the fading ebb, now on the other side of the old piling site. Terns skrawk at me, gulls meep, and cormorants mildly groan. Here and there a spit edges out and I have to gorilla walk a bit. But, the tide should be turning, so I can't get stranded, right? What's that in the distance? Pale tan lumps on the sandbar? My God, it's harbor seals ... and not just a few. Standing off some 300 yards, I try to edge by without disturbing them, but their sentinels are too alert, and they all pile off to surround me, ogling my stern for spare fish. Further down are two more haulouts, somewhat more distant, and the seals stay put. By now, my fading arms and the remnants of the ebb have put me at Hammond, and the terminus of the Sands, some 5-6 miles from home. So, I make the turn to rejoin "my" side of the river and slowly shuffle "upstream" over slack water past buoys, one in use by a couple dozen sailboats racing in light air. Power boats buzz past, probably wondering what the lone kayaker is doing way out here two miles from any shore. I fade fast as I reenter my bay, hitting the coffee shop at Smith Point for two rounds of espresso stimulation and half an hour of profound collapse before I reenter the water for the last mile and a half to my car. Desdemona Sands: refuge for birds and pinnipeds ... and me. -- Dave Kruger Astoria, OR *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************
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