Breaking the Waves
Surrounded by fog and wary of the rough waters near shore, the three kayakers head farther out to sea — and encounter birds, dolphins and big swells before Crescent City
Port’s Identity Crisis
After our long, cold paddle to Crescent City on Wednesday, we beached our kayaks on Whaler Islander at the breakwater.
Wreck of the SS Brother Jonathan
She was a fancy side-wheel steamer, a hybrid assisted by a square-rigged sails on two masts.
Kayaking: A Pounding At The Bar
The gale blew itself out by midnight Friday, though we could still hear rain spatter on the roof of the steel building on Whaler Island where we’d taken refuge.
Ancestral Home of the Yurok Nation
When we came in from the sea Saturday afternoon, after a seven-hour paddle from Crescent City, we aimed for a beach by a tall rock near the Klamath River bar.
