Upon learning our troupe is spending a week in Klamath Falls, the common sentiment among Klammy expats usually goes something like, “That’s six days too many!”
People joke, of course, because there is quite a lot to do and see in the Basin and most of us can’t be held responsible for that full-body, involuntary recoil because we are still recovering emotionally from the earthquake of ‘93.
Regardless, we are here and by God, we will enjoy it.
The best week of our lives was kicked off with a paddle up Spring Creek.
Kayaks were rented from Sky Lakes Wilderness Adventures and Bill Todd, Kathy Todd, and Jeff Robo were kind enough to guide us up the pristine waters on a three-hour tour.
It’s really quite amazing and ethereal in a way with blue-green waters that are customarily reserved for the Caribbean...big difference there is, Spring Creek maintains a year-round temperature of 39 degrees, so...don’t fall in.
We paddled against the calm current to the spring that feeds the creek. Steven got high-centered on a partially-submerged log like a cartoon character and David paddled so slow he practically joined the group behind us, but who would mention that?
On the return, we disembarked at the shoreline of a beautiful creek-side homestead belonging to Jon and Angie, friends of our guides. They had generously put out an entire spread for the weary paddlers and delighted us with absolutely true, non-verifiable, tales of the Sasquatch.
A better afternoon could not have been had.
Time slipped away and we were two hours late getting back to the launch point. However, the outfit owner, Mark, and his team were incredibly understanding and didn’t hit us with a late fee nor a scowl.
With sore arms and wet butts, we went straight to a BBQ at Rick Anderson’s house where he prepared the best ribs and chicken skewers any one of us has even tasted.
We regaled in food, drink, and embellished stories from the past...as one should do when visiting Klamath Falls.
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