There are 2 posts here, one above the other. This is meant to keep together all the posts regarding the upper Willapa River and its launch sites for easier reference later. This system made more sense to me than a scattered chronological order of all trips.
August 6, 2016, I launched the 9′ kayak and paddled up the Willapa looking for the shallows.
August 14, 2016, I launched the Hobie AI kayak with sail and paddled up to the shallows, back downstream almost to Raymond and back.
6 August 2016: A short paddle up the Willapa from Wilson Creek
Maybe today I can visit the source of the Willapa somewhere off the map in the lower right corner.A trailer launch that was quiet today.This is the entrance to Wilson Creek, just upstream.
Maybe I could check-off another local stream totally traveled.
This tree manages to block shore to shore. UPDATE: I’ve read that this tree has been removed since 2020.The Willapa was quiet up here away from Raymond.
It hasn’t always been quiet as can be seen from these damaged docks.
This woman was clearing away a log that had jammed under her dock. She thought I could find the shallows of the river in another couple of miles.Here is an evolution of repairs with a twisted steel walkway on the upstream side.This dock is not for the timid.This dock on the right had moved downstream. I believe the raised walkway is too heavy to drop on a boat and is just waiting for a sturdy dock to set on.This looks like a side route to adventure under Highway 6.No great discovery here, just a dead end ditch at the other end.Prettier than the average boat.The end of a little stream through a friendly field.I was being polite and quiet, maybe being the second most exciting part of that cow’s day.
Away they went.
Here is the river extending upstream from the Highway 6 bridge. It is going to take a longer day to find the source.
4.1 miles traveled in 1 hour 40 minutes with a maximum speed of 5.0 mph averaging 2.5 mph.
Seven and a half miles total on a casual day. The little boat launched and was put away easily. It makes a strong case for simplicity as I noticed in this gathering of small boats in Raymond today. (4.1 miles traveled in 1 hour 56 minutes with a maximum speed of 5.0 mph averaging 2.5 mph.)
14 August 2016: Up to the Willapa River shallows, down to Raymond and back
Returning to the scene of the August 7 blog post.
The last time I was on the Willapa river my goal was to find the most shallow part that could be paddled. I had been advised it was just over 2 miles up from the Wilson Creek launch.
Just a couple more miles upstream!With a slight tailwind, here I am back at the bridge 2 miles upstream from her dock.
This resulted in a formula: GIVEN: (glass half fullism + pity (ghf+p)) equals a multiplying factor of 2.25, AND: ( a stranger’s given distance (sgd) x (ghf+p)) equals the ACTUAL DISTANCE (ad), The formula looks like: (sgd) x (ghf+p) = (ad).
Substitute the given values: (“2 miles” x 2.25) = 4.5 miles actual distance.
This was proven true today, twice.
Into new territory. The wind was predicted to be 15 mph and carry me right upstream. It wasn’t blowing yet.
The river is salty on its incoming tide which might explain this sharp high tide vegetation line.
Lots of attractively planted pilings. I bumped over a few underwater which must be even more a thrill with an outboard engine.The second bridge. This is about the upper limit for small fishing boats according to LeeRoy’s Ramblings , an excellent local fishing blog.A typical North American small fishing boat.Wow, what a destination!This is a “no tickets’n turnstiles” budget water park featuring a unique high dive with tidal adjustable height.Also featured is a water swing plus a return ramp up the beach. (More about this river’s beaches later)The locally sourced return ramp.Many hours of work involved, and such an accomplishment! The old-time artistic signature above and the modern era disclaimer below.This was worth paddling by many times as the river kept pushing me downstream while I studied and imagined this place in use.A not so quality picture of a couple as they quickly kayaked downstream. “Just another 3/4 mile.” they said.
Applying the earlier formula again, briefly, ((2.25) x “(3/4) miles)” equals just under 1.75 miles to go. I measured it….
Looked like a tree wanting its picture to be taken.
…and with a slight round-off error factoring their downstream exuberance…
Upstream at the ‘end of the line.’Shallow rock bed all the way across. Time to wade like an explorer or turn around.
Banging into pilings and shallows resulted in a rod becoming bent and a flipper stopped moving. One flipper would equal only half speed so I took a few minutes to replace it. I can straighten the damaged rod later.
I headed back downstream against a wind.An attractive farmhouse with a beach.Returning under the first bridge with a wet lens.Past the cute ‘Lany Bug’ again. It just called for another photograph.On my last visit, I thought this ramp only needed a replacement dock. Now I think the bank washed away from underneath it too.Adjacent to the ramp the riverbank looks scrubbed.Alert boaters must become shorter than this stick.I learned that when a ski boat is being towed the towed person gets soaked.A fine house and a riverfront fishing camp.A turret, skylight, fireplace, and style.The beginning of a very long row of pilings.Tightly spaced and extending around the bend.The headwind still blowing should make for a quick trip back.The apparent source of the pilings, an old mill.Remember the water park’s beach ramp? This is the typical steep muddy river beach sans ramp. I learned I need to wear knee boots.Part of an old belt system I think.It’s next to the burned and ruined dock.It looks like a small cedar shake operation still continues.Where’s the wind?Getting a scrub before boarding.A house with a fine view while the trees slowly grow back.Calm, windless water. It was still a faster trip upstream against the current than downstream against the wind.A shy deer from Raymond.Professional model deer from Raymond.A colorful rail on what looked like a daycare center.12.3 miles with about 20% of the time not moving. (12.3 miles traveled in 5 hours 48 minutes with a maximum speed of 5.8 mph averaging 2.7 mph.)
There are 3 posts here, one above the other. This is meant to keep together all the posts regarding North River and its launch sites for easier reference later. This system made more sense to me than a scattered chronological order of all trips everywhere.
September 18, 2022, I launched the Hobie kayak with sail kit at the Smith Creek launch and went up the North River as far as I could go without walking.
October 21, 2015, I launched the Hobie kayak at the Smith Creek launch and went up the North River a short ways before heading up Smith Creek instead.
March 23, 2015, I took the Hobie kayak from the Smith Creek launch up the North River and west on a side channel lined with houseboats until it ended.
Northernmost on the North River
18 September 2022
Flowing into the north side of Willapa Bay is the aptly named North River. Twice I have paddled its lower reaches. The first time on the North River I headed left off the main channel to check out a channel of floating homes that compelled me. I learned a lesson in floating log gates too. My second trip on the North River, cosmic signs kept leading me back to a fine day of paddling the Smith Creek instead.
There is a navigational mystery on the Columbia River near Wauna that I’ve recently read about. I would have liked to check out. Today’s low tide and a high wind changed my mind. The wind would be 5 to 15 mph from the north, and the tide on the Columbia would likely not be high enough. It would be however, on the North River near Toke Point. Same sun and moon, it just requires the correct location on the tide graph. Then there’s the flow rate and seasonal flow to consider, but that hasn’t been a problem yet.
I must be missing something, as the half dozen boats I saw today, except mine, were all fishing. If I learned how to fish, I could troll a hook the whole trip and maybe come home with dinner. It would add more complexity and cost, but everybody else is doing it. My dad was a dinghy sailor, not a fisherman. Dad and I would paddle about in his home-built canoe before kayaks became popular, so my non-fishing trips are plenty sentimental.
With the predicted wind from the north to bring me home, I set up the sail kit to hopefully go the furthest. I rationalize this whole set up is cheaper than a small outboard motor and forces a workout.
In my rear view, Smith Creek’s launch is next to the column on the left.
I passed the familiar North River Resort. Another fishing boat is heading upstream by their pilings.
Then come the cabins which are always interesting.
Floating cabins sometimes require big materials to maintain. This one was getting new siding and roofing. After brief pleasantries, I found out that their materials were brought in by boat. Once home, I looked at the map again and still wonder where the residents park their vehicles to boat in. This crew had a four legged supervisor.
Another cabin had homey porch landscaping.
I think I spot tomatoes.
Another porch had their landscaping tools highlighted by an old crosscut saw blade above.
Here is a natural shoreline pattern. Some logs don’t interest the saw mills.
This tree has thick mossy branches even at the end of a dry summer.
Here is one of my favorite cabins because on my first trip the owner had guests with their boats tied up and was enjoying sitting by the river with friends and a BBQ. They had waved and were friendly. I figured this is a terrestrial heaven for people who sport fish.
No one waved today.
Speaking of privacy, not everyone who buys such isolated homes are welcoming of looky loos. I was floating by with no motor sounds to warn them. I used the telephoto and cropping staying thirty feet or more away but, sometimes an owner just needs a solid fence.
This would aid dropping logs into the river for a tow maybe? The opposite shore was clear without pilings so I don’t think it’s railroad related. A satellite view shows a shadowy trail leading from this dock through the woods to a logged off area.
A clever water system. At the top of the bank the creek is sandbagged and fed into this flexible pipe for boat access. It was a waterfall sound in the quiet.
If there was a breeze, it didn’t descend into this valley.
I was fortunate be here at the right time when the reflected sun dappled the trees.
Here is a minute video of the light show.
The river narrowed.
I crossed the county line and had reached the shallows where I had predicted in my book of paddle launch sites. The book covers the area from Ocean Shores to Nehalem and west up the Columbia to Stella and Clatskanie. Here a shallow gravel bar extended across the river offering me the option to walk but not to float ahead. Sometimes dragging the boat is the answer but it was getting late. The tide was coming in but the water was flowing out.
The last view upstream. The little ‘Wind in the Willows’ wind vane on the foredeck was ready while its ceramic figures waited at home.
On the way downstream I passed a container garden of locally sourced moss, ferns and grasses.
There were fish. Impressive were the silver ones over a foot long. Too fleeting for my camera but maybe not for an alert dog and a fisherman.
After about a mile and a half I returned to what a fisherman referred to as ‘The Bend’.
There are houses hidden on one shore and the floating cabin furthest from ‘civilization’ of them all. Today it radiated power saw noises as the owner finished improvements before the coming winter.
The river returned to being calm. The fish jumped, a heron squawked as it moved downstream, and LGBs (Little Gray Birds) entertained. I would have had more time on the water leaving the sail kit at home, the numbers bear that out. Kayaking is best enjoyed when it’s simple.
Further downstream I glided by more dolphins in this thirty second video.
It was late afternoon, the workers had left. The North River Resort’s dock came into view.
Off to the left was another side channel. I saw what looked like a dairy shelter behind a dike. Then it was back to the Smith River launch.
Sunset time. Here the sun is falling over Hawks Point and Tokeland just before returning to the mouth of Smith River.
Driving home, I briefly stopped to enjoy the sun setting over Willapa Bay at Bone River…
…where the birds seen above took off west.
The free Map My Tracks app recorded my route.
The little waterproof and floatable Garmin with marine maps recorded statistics today. The phone’s free ‘Maps’ app was handy to cross reference the upper river reaches where the ‘big boat’ maps don’t go.
13.2 miles traveled in 4 hours and 52 minutes with a maximum speed of 5.2 mph averaging 2.7 moving mph.
21 October 2015: A Short Paddle North River (before heading up Smith Creek instead)
Last time I headed up North River, I turned left when I saw the second string of houseboats and continued on until it ended. Turns out, the main channel continued on the right for maybe eight more miles, and more houseboats to see too but, three things put a rethink to that.
The launch at the mouth of Smith Creek.
Rethink #1: It started raining. I saw four open boats with bundled up fishermen heading back. When I was growing up, my dad wouldn’t cancel a trip because of the rain. He said we would have been canceling a lot of trips and just included rain in the plan.
A wet and cold day, with no breeze to use a sail.
Rethink #2: A drive flipper almost fell off. I had ‘improved’ the original attachment bolts to more quickly take apart the system. (I seem to hit sunken stuff a lot). The salt water had frozen my pliers so I could not install a spare replacement bolt I carried. My fix with zip ties and wire held it together the rest of the day. The two flexing flippers swing back and forth to power the boat. I didn’t think it wise to keep going further away with my plastic repair.
The 2nd picture is flipped left to right but, the flipper on the top picture almost slid off its rod because the retaining bolt fell off.
Rethink #3: No drinking water for me, my water bottles were back in the car. A PB sandwich and crackers plus a four-hour trip ahead, oops.
Here’s a look at some of the river houses.
In 2010 a 1,250 sq. ft. 3 bedroom house tied along here sold for $20,000. Here’s the listing.
Here’s a small tree that must wish it could reach a root down into the river.“Aha! We found ourselves a kayak, heh heh.” (It’s not easy to lock up a boat). They had caught a sixteen-inch jack – a young adult salmon that had returned early before having fully grown.
I didn’t want to go home, the fun hadn’t really started yet. Smith Creek shouldn’t take too long. It actually took me two hours up and back and is posted under ‘Smith Creek.’
23 March 2015: Paddling up the North River
The North River is at the top of Willapa Bay, a little over an hour away from Ilwaco. Further upstream it also crosses Highway 101 near Artic. A local told me today that he once paddled 35 miles downstream from Artic to Willapa Bay. Well, sorry, we’re just going upriver three and a quarter miles, but, this isn’t just an ordinary woodsy river.
Lower North River at low tide. The launch is at the lower right.
See those white dots in the river above the ‘105’ sign? I found out from poking around the internet that those are floating cabins. There are no access roads, nor do any cabins seem to be for sale as far as my searches can determine. Zillow.com doesn’t place a value on these cabins either but if you want a 500 square foot cabin in Seattle, $275,000 will get you one next to Gas Works Park. http://seattlehouseboatrentals.com/sales.htm
The tide was plus-eight feet and falling but I had previously seen the ramp without mud at a one-foot tide. The incoming tide could have helped me upstream if I had arrived earlier. I was sure of a quick trip back. Turned out my speed upstream was about 2-3 mph but I later got a 6.9 mph top speed reading downstream for a 2.9 mph moving average overall.
Smith Creek launch at the 8-foot tide.
Let’s check out the cabins.
Under the first bridge & leaving Smith Creek.
Smith Creek and the rest of the North River are going to have to be another trip. The other boats I saw today had motors and probably could explore a lot more quickly but, not quietly.
Pilings to the left and the North River bridge ahead.
Rounding the point and heading upstream.
The first neighborhood of cabins.There is a nice artistic sequence of a landing goose on the first cabin. Their next cabin has a goose strung up by its little neck. This is the land where fresh food delivers itself.A home with a boat garage……and a glassed-in porch and covered wood pile/work area.Here is a place ready for fishing off the back porch.
Out of respect for their privacy, I tried to stay mid-river or on the other side. I can’t imagine people in cabins out in nowheresville like to have boaters gawk at them all day.
Enclosed porches often had the workshops combined with their storage rooms to leave the rest of the cabin less cluttered.More cabins upstream.
These places must have been built elsewhere and towed in.
I was on the opposite shore to give this guy his privacy and got a wave anyway. On the way back a couple of boats were docked, the deck was full of friends on chairs, and the smell of barbecue drifted over.I hear the sound of an outboard coming downstream.
There’s a tunnel under the branches.Another lone cabin
Protected by pilings.
This boat slowed down until I put out a thumbs up sign. I also noticed that when I came back with the tide pretty low, a pair of vehicles with their boats already trailered waited until I beached before they drove off. I like to think people watch out for each other out here.
‘google earth’ doesn’t show any access roads – the river is their highway (low tide view).
This fork in the river might have been an island, maybe not. Given a choice of a wide empty river or a narrow branch with cabins, of course, I took the cabin route. The woods and muddy banks on the main channel could wait. On the Chinook River trip, I heard from another kayaker that it’s sometimes hard to remember features of the individual rivers. I’m being a little heavy on the pictures so I can relive these trips later. I discovered later that the wider branch was the one to Artic and beyond. Yah sure, maybe if I was going downstream I could try but not today. It’s upstream and against the tide.
An ‘on the water’ view of the string of cabins shown previously from a satellite.
Huzzah, a canoe here on ‘Riverside Drive’.A freshwater system.
That little duck above the end of the log is a female hooded merganser I think, hanging with a male mallard. She had lovely light brown feathers done up in a mohawk that let the sun filter through. They were the best looking couple on the river and posed for a couple of movies. They did fancy footwork swim-bys, log-hops and aerial feats for me that I couldn’t do. First here’s a generic picture of her from the web:
This floating log was hooked between two fallen trees. Just a little push to the left would have freed it and let it float away but I couldn’t slide it sideways. I was able to push it upstream and paddle through, and then, it closed behind me.
A boat garage.
I parked in the garage, got out some food, turned around and went to undo the gate again.
Now, all I have to do is grab the left side of the log, and pull it open against the current. Just like pushing but backward. It really wasn’t the same at all and wouldn’t open.up & over
Instead, it was a push down on the shallow end of the log and pulling myself over.
Greetings from Chinook!
As I approached the bridge at the mouth of North River, I used up the last of the camera battery stalking a seal that had splashed off a dock. Didn’t get a picture but above is a cute picture of a seal I took on the Columbia River.
‘MapMyWalk’ took me straight overland at the end when the battery totally died while looking for the seal.The Garmin’s timer is correct so the rest should be too. This also included a mile round trip off the main channel into an interesting slough. (7.7 miles traveled in 2 hours 36 minutes with a maximum speed of 6.9 mph averaging 2.9 mph.)The rod is supposed to be straight.
The trip must have been fun as I had to unbend both flipper rods on the foot drive when I got home. It seemed to have run OK and I wasn’t trying to jump the log gate either. The shallow side channels did grind me to a halt a few times as I looked for relics of the timber industry that used to be here but I’m not sure what I hit.
Next time maybe it will be less cabin shopping and more upriver paddling for an easy trip back. I’m not done with this river yet.
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