I figured I could drive to Staircase Ranger Stn arrive ~4 p.m. Wow, what a tough hike up to Flapjack Lakes. Boat would begin to broach on occasion, as the rudder popped out of the water-I corrected using my paddle to poke. We caught some big waves, burying the bow, Vern leaned back, but I didn't see the bow, so I kept paddling hard and fast. I paddled in the double with Vern in front. small boat race at 10 all downwind after a traverse to Oregon side of the Columbia. After a few hours, all was still good, when the heartburn had dissipated. We did not catch or lose any more places, finishing respectably in the middle. ![]() I forgot to take the branched chain amino acids offered by Jon. I'd almost run out of gas, shortly before the last turn. Coming upwind again, the Autumn Rose boat caught us, but once again on the downwind leg, we overcame, leaving them behind for good. we made the turn from upwind to downwind and cued by Jon, we caught waves and surfed, fast long and hard, passing several boats. Mike and Jon kept me straight and synchronized. ![]() I took seat 4 with Bryan Pule, Keka Ichinose, Jason Zimmerman, Mike Anderson in 1,2,3,5. Jon Wallace, steersman for my race gave us a prerace talk. Wakinikona mixed team race started, then after one lap, returned to dock. I threw in blueberries, but forgot to add the walnuts. Breakfast of pancakes made by Sue Zimmerman. Jon served up some of his home brewed beer. did the Bach Gavotte in Rondo (don't know anything else, do I?) Played some Joplin rag. brought out my Pugliese bread/butter to go w/Jan's great spaghetti & sauce.īrought out the fiddle to play some Klezmer from book. lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, walnuts, red peppers, raisins, dressings. Vern fell out of boat twice-great affinity for the water-I backpaddled until Vern swam up and climbed back on. It's really quite small, so I want to keep it. I began the rehabilitation of the stove with a mind to sell it on Ebay, but I just can't sell a piece of backpacking lore. This time a full flame blossomed from the jet with the familiar classic motoring noise that every Svea seasoned camper knows. I added fuel to the tank and fired it up again. I ran the stove to empty and removed the burner jet & poked at the orifice with a pin. A few seconds later, while the flame was still going, I opened the valve and half a flame came out, striking the dispersing shield. I closed the valve, lighted the fuel and in a little bit the stove began to hiss. Soon a little fuel flowed up and drooled down into the little depression around the fuel pipe. I poured in an ounce or two of fuel, put the stove in the refrigerator with the valve open, then a bit later, pulled it out and cupped it in my hand. ![]() I found a short length of 1/8" steel rod, bent it and shoved it in. It was missing one of the pot support wires. It's about the size of a large can of tomatoes only a bit taller. What fun! I found a really old Svea 123 backpacking stove in a box.
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