Bill and I met at Cindee Dee's in the early afternoon,
my kind of meet-time. We were timing the trip down the Staircase to
hit a beach above Brunswick at about dinner time, and to cook and finish dinner
at about sunset. We had a lot of fun on the rapids at the Staircase,
Whitehorse, and Weaverton. And we hit the "beach" and cooked dinner
just about the time the sun was heading behind the mountains. It was
to be my last time paddling with Bill before he headed off to his new retirement
home in North Carolina. Cooking dinner and paddling on to Brunswick
turned out to be a fun way to send off Bill and to extend time on the river.
Bill took the above picture while standing on the rock where we scouted
the Bulls Fall drop.
Bill managed to take on a fair amount of water coming through Bulls Falls.
His boat is sitting low and he is working hard to make it go.
Bill got his boat over to the lunch rocks and we emptied her out. Still
sitting pretty low in the picture above.
It was a hot July day. This being Bill's farewell trip, it was great
to run into old friends in an eddy near Harpers Ferry. Well, Dick
Grahm and Bill are in their boats. Ed Evangeliti and I were in
This was our destination, a "beach" with a great view of the setting sun
up the river. Beach? It had sprouted a nice bed of weeds, and
we decided to continue down the river and look for a clearer spot.
Not a beach, but not a weed bed either, we found a clearing beneath the
trees a short distance downriver from the "beach." Bill fired the hibatchi,
and we relaxed with Bill's famous maguaritas while we cooked.
Note the low sun angle in this picture Bill snapped of me playing around
with Frankenstick. The river is only a few feet deep here at this
level, perfect conditions for polling.
With the sun near the horizon, a warm light reflects off the water and
lights the underside of the overhanging canopy.
Sunset is one of my favorite times to be on the water. We packed
and headed for the landing in Brunswick while the sunset show was on.
We found the slot on river left that leads into the landing at Brunswick
and loaded our boats by the last glimmer of dusk. It had been a lovely
paddle and a great way to bid bon voyage to my friend Bill as he sailed
off into retirement. Bill is living in North Carolina now.