We had a great day of paddling. I now have more to work on with the GP forward stroke, the beginnings of a storm roll, and a ton of other bits that are less tangible. At the end of the day we walked over to Tom and June's house where we met their parrot and had some beer. Turner had brought a couple bottles of some amazing specialty beer that were shared. ...and some wine for those that like to be able to see through and don't like to be able to taste their beer.
Unfortunately, that crack I heard in my paddle the previous weekend came back to haunt me. I don't recall what type of roll I was working on at the time, but when I tried to come up my paddle snapped in two.

I reorganized the bits of paddle in my hands and rolled up with using the pieces. I don't know if it was a flawed piece of wood or if Western Red Cedar isn't right right paddle material for me.
On our way back to Portland, we stopped at Fort Gorges.
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