Voyaging with Velella- The Pacific Northwest of the USA
by Meghan Cleary, American Sailing Association on 29 Jul 2011
Continuing the Voyaging with Velella series by ASA writer-at-large Meghan Cleary. Meghan and her husband Prescott have been cruising aboard their boat Velella for the past 8 months, first in Mexico and now in the Pacific Northwest, and they have just entered the Columbia River.
Another salt-water boat in Columbia River Meghan Cleary
As we left huge forests of kelp and throngs of sea lions behind outside the Columbia River bar, I imagined Velella relaxing as the salt crustings from over a year in the Pacific dissolved into the fresh river water. We had no place being in this river really–as a heavy full-keeled ocean-going cruiser, I felt like a whale in a lake.
Sleek little river boats skimmed by us as we headed upstream, sometimes sailing, sometimes motorsailing, as the river bent in and out of the wind. Their skippers could recognize that we’d come from the coast, because we were clearly rigged up for offshore, with our solar panels, radar, dinghy lashed to the deck, and burly self-steering vane hanging off the stern. They would sail up alongside and ask where we’d been, and where we were going, and then chide us about the wrinkle in our sail or give us a tip on a secluded island anchorage.
Honestly, I hadn’t given much thought to the Columbia River in advance, primarily because our trip was over, for all intents and purposes, and we just had to make it up to Portland and find jobs on land again. But as the dense green deciduous banks filled in on either side, and I began to notice old logging homes poking out of the forest on either side, I realized that I could easily fall in love with the mighty Columbia.
The river is moody and mysterious. Each curve throws open a whole new scene, sometimes dotted with people living on the shore, calling to their neighbors, and ten minutes later another bend spreads wide to reveal another vignette of river life. I couldn’t believe that unfolding before us was an entirely new
and extensive cruising ground that we hadn’t even considered.
As we neared Portland, we had a strong westerly wind pushing us up the river at a speed of over 5 knots (against the current!), so we decided to pull off into the quieter Multnomah Channel. Prescott’s parents decided to meet up with us that day, so after a quick stop in St. Helens to pick them up, we headed down to Coon Island, a place we’d heard from other boaters was a calm and lovely place to spend an evening.
We were greeted to Coon Island by a fantastic surprise. Free public docks! Having sailed all up and down this entire coast, I have never once seen a free dock where you can tie up for 7 days and
nobody tries to make a dime off of you. Oregon’s public docks are part of the state parks program, a brilliant addition to boating life in this state. We tied up to the Coon Island dock, which was totally empty, and explored the tiny island in the long evening light. We even let the cat jump ashore and run around a little.
Soon we continued on toward Portland, and a mere five miles from the city proper, we were finally engulfed in the massive traffic on the Columbia. Three volcanoes were visible in the distance–-Mount Hood, Adams, and St. Helens–-and they lent even more grandeur to the big-city scenes.
Our final hurdle was an overhead one: The I-5 overpass was a tight squeeze.
They do have a lifting portion, but because I-5 is the only major highway into Portland from the North, they don’t readily open it. So, we inched up to the absolute highest portion, which was marked 60'. With our air draft of 54', we squeaked through with plenty of room, but it looked dang close.
Minutes later we pulled in to Hayden Island, our home for the time being. With the sunset washing the houseboats and docks in pastels, and draping Mt. Hood in pink, it was a warm welcome home from a long and incredible voyage. I couldn’t be happier with our new address.
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