Labor Day afternoon, we kayaked the Willamette, embarking at Willamette Park. The river was lower than the last time.1 The northern dock wasn’t in the water until its end and we weren’t able to go between Hardtack and East islands. Instead, we crossed closer to the floating houses and went father around the islands before deciding to turn around. Along the way, we watched the other paddlers, the bicyclists on the river path, and the train. We heard those at Oaks Parks screaming as their rides swung around.2
I’m even more convinced than ever that I need my own kayak.