The rain, wind and weather has "blown out" the river making it high and muddy, meaning there are no fish available for the fisher people. Two float boats with two people each chose to drive north a ways, where the river is apparently better, and float down from there. One returned! The other passed the take out point and had to continue on for 12 or more miles to the next one (remember, it is a float boat, not a motor boat and they are, well, floating -- with the current which is quite swift). Karl drove to the point where they would supposedly take out so to pick them up to drive to their rig (truck and boat trailer). He eventually got a call from them (in the dark of night). They had broken an oar, beached their boat, and abandoned it to walk back to their motel which was closer than their rig. They would deal with it in the morning. Fortunately they were safe.
Others made choices to fish from the river bank, take a hike up the ridge, visit the museum in Ellensburg, or chose to fish at one of the several lakes in and near Ellensburg. They had learned about the lakes from a guide who had given them a little presentation before dinner the evening before. Of the fifteen or so fisher who people who attended this outing -- wait for it -- Susan was the only one who caught a fish!
Susan dropped me off at one of the lakes and I rode my bike back to camp. It was only a 20 mile ride, and though there are a few small rollers, there was one gradual but longish hill along the way. I did fight quite a bit of headwind, but loved the ride through much of the Canyon ;'-)
Just before entered get the canyon, there are a few old and decepit, abandoned buildings that are a bit nostalgic.
|Train supply depot|
|A gas station back in the day|
At least we had some sun today -- but the wind was still with us, and back at camp they apparently had rain and a hint of hail.
|River and rail|
|A wall along part of the canyon|
|Scenic railroad track|
|Driftin' along with the tumbleling tumble weed..|