Well, we made the trip last week and it was an adventure! We left late on Thursday and decided that we would spend the first night in St. Helens and then get going early Friday morning to make the trip to Astoria. After much debate about what to do with the Dogs, we decided to see how it would be cruising with both of them, so I sent Don in search of life jackets for them both.
Okay, so what that they are both labs and that they should both feel very comfortable around water. So what that Troy is 135 pounds and Belle is over 50. We don't have experience with dogs on boats and wanted to make sure they were safe with us so we spent a fortune to get the best we could get and they were looking good as we set off.
Anyway, so we get to St. Helens and get tied up to the dock just before dark. We decide that whenever the dogs are in the cockpit or on the dock they should be wearing their life jackets. Okay, they are our kids! We take them for a walk around the park, then the town, then back to the boat. Before getting back on the boat we walk to the end of the dock where Troy, remember 135 lbs, doesn't notice the end and walks right off into nothing. Splash!! Donnnnn! Oh, man how do we get him out now?
Thank God for the handles on the back of the life jacket and the very sturdy straps. Don is able to haul him back up on the dock leaving one stunned wet lab wondering what happened.
Next day we head out and see Helen O fishing in the Clifton Channel. We slowed to say hi, then went on our way. We were later than we wanted to be and afraid we'd get to the South Channel too close to low tide.
The trip on the channels was a very nice trip. We did okay with the charts and only got into really shallow (3 ft) once or twice. The Devils Elbow was tricky and you sure want to hug the starboard side going through it.
We decided to go through Knappa Slough and found a pleasant surprise when we came face to face with the Corps of Discovery reenactment in the canoe. They waved and gave us a little show as they paddled by. That was fun and unexpected.
We decided to take the South Channel leaving Prairie Channel and that was a little tricky as we were closer to low tide than we had intended, but we made it just fine. All in all we were proud of ourselves for making it through. Then we got to Tongue Point. And for some reason, neither one of us had any idea what we were in for.
Don't know if it was because of the tides or just the wind, but we found ourselves out in the river with five to six foot waves and an occasional six + foot wave spaced about 30 feet apart batting us around and coming up over the top of the boat. Well, that scared the dogs pretty bad and I was hanging on for dear life and Don was working hard keeping the boat going towards the marina and we discovered our hatch leaks pretty bad. Our choice was to turn back but we were both afraid to do that so keep going we did and finally made it into the marina. I swear within half an hour of docking the boat everything changed and it calmed right down. We found out after some research that the river was at maximum ebb and an opposing strong wind, thus the five and six + waves. Other than the hatch leak the boat took it well.
The next morning we decided to leave while it was smooth as glass and on our way out we cruised over to the Maritime Museum to see where we could dock next time we came to town. After we looked around, I turned the boat around and powered it up to get on our way and about 100 yards out I looked back and asked, "Don, where's Belle?" He looked around in the cockpit and said, "She's not out here, she must be in there." Nope, not inside either. That could only mean one thing, yep, there she was about 100 yards back paddling for all her might towards shore and thank God we could see her because of her life jacket.
We got back to her as quickly as we could with me driving and Don calling her to reassure her we were coming. Our crab pot pulling experience came in handy as I guided the boat right next to her so Don could pick her up like a suitcase and get her back into the boat. Poor baby, she shivered for over an hour from the 45 degree water and also the fear.
On the way back, we saw Helen O fishing in the Columbia River, cruised through Cathlamet but didn't stop. We saw a blue 22, Dancing Feather, anchored right by the Trojan tower.
Boy were we happy to be home. What did we learn from the experience? Check the weather and tide reports before getting out into the river and ALWAYS wear your life jackets. That means everyone, dogs included.