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Page 2 November/December 2003<br />
Umpqua River and McKenzie River<br />
– Oregon<br />
It was like Mission Impossible without the<br />
music.<br />
Ring, Ring, “yes, call this number, next<br />
Thursday, for the details, beeeeeeeeeeep.”<br />
Next Thursday arrives. Ring, Ring “yes, go to<br />
Susan Creek campground, 8.30am, look on<br />
the notice board for instructions,<br />
beeeeeeeeeeep”.<br />
It all started in England several months before<br />
with an email to a paddler in California, now<br />
I’m camping below the freeway at Roseburge,<br />
entrance to the Umpqua valley and ultimately<br />
my rendezvous, in 12 hours, with the<br />
noticeboard and hopefully the email recipient.<br />
Hang on, did he say camping below the I5<br />
freeway, the main north, south, 24 hours a<br />
day, transport artery for the West Coast?<br />
Will that not be a less than ideal place to gain<br />
rest and relaxation before a week long white<br />
water paddling feast? Will it not be loud, very<br />
loud? Actually, not if you’re 70 years old and<br />
have your own custom moulded earplugs,<br />
which is the only way to describe the rest of<br />
the ‘campers’.<br />
Then I’m naked, stood in bright sunshine, on<br />
the top of a rock outcrop, miles from home,<br />
with two other, equally naked people… meet<br />
Thad and Ilse. Wow, paddling in the States is<br />
going to be, well, different! It wasn’t quite<br />
like that, there was breakfast in the Steamboat<br />
diner and a walk to the hot spring, but even so<br />
I had only met them an hour ago and we were<br />
in the buff. We soaked in the hot spring,<br />
looking out over the valley and got to know<br />
each other even better, obviously.<br />
I fulfilled neither of the criteria, but the<br />
consolation was that I didn’t get chance to<br />
over-sleep, in fact I didn’t get chance to sleep.<br />
From the campground travelling east you<br />
soon get to look at the river narrowing into a<br />
beautiful gorge as you get closer to the<br />
campground. There it is, Susan Creek, swing<br />
in round a few bends and almost run over the<br />
noticeboard as my head swivels left to right<br />
into each camp spot looking for boats.<br />
No note, aargh!<br />
Not to worry, I spot some boats and head for<br />
them, the owners head my way, brief<br />
introductions, quick discussion about securing<br />
more camping spots for the yet to arrive<br />
‘others’.<br />
Apparently they were the advance party, sent<br />
to secure camping spots for the other 20-odd<br />
that would arrive later in the day from<br />
California. A quick detour to check out a<br />
stunning double drop waterfall formed by a<br />
collapsed basalt lava tube was followed by<br />
more food at Diamond Lake before heading<br />
back to camp. The invasion had begun, two<br />
Californian paddling clubs, POST and Six<br />
Rivers, had headed north for their annual<br />
vacation, and when they vacate they do it in<br />
style. Trailer of boats, minibus, and camp<br />
kitchen with all the bits needed to seat, feed<br />
and clean up for all 23 of us. And the food!!!<br />
More introductions, nobody had a clue what<br />
language I was speaking but we were hugging<br />
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