Yesterday, was a beautiful drizzly fall day, so Dave and I headed out to find a put-in up on the Clackamas.  As it turned out, this location proved elusive until late in the day.  Still, the company was congenial and the scenery was spectacular, so we decided to follow the advice of this riverside sign:

Shortly after that, we found ourselves at Mike’s Second Hand Store in Estacada.  I bought a couple of pieces of glassware but decided against the two pieces of art below.

You can’t really tell in this shot, but trust me, our lord looks completely stoned.

And this one had been seriously marked down:

He was such a handsome cowboy.  Sad to think that in his second term he was already suffering from senility and was guided by his wife (whom he always called “Mommy,” which really creeped me out) and she was being guided by her astrologer. But I digress.

We did ultimately locate the put-in we had been searching for and agreed that it was too late to unload the boats.  It was down in Milo McIver State Park.

We’ll go back soon and do it right.  At that point, it was time to take the Molalla route home in order to stop by our favorite place El Charrito’s  for a little Mexican food to keep our strength up for the drive back home.