Rob Lyon returns to some old stomping grounds, Oregon’s Deschutes River, to chase summer steelhead (and something even more elusive). Read Part 1 here.
Oh man! I was fired up, flying down the grade in the wee early AM with bird song in the locust and basalt crunching under the tires. I had my rod stuck down the front of my waders and an old ski pole thrown over my shoulder.
It felt angelic to cruise.
There was so much awesome water downstream, and I wanted to fish it all that morning. It was like the joke about the old bull and the young bull sitting on a hilltop watching the heifers grazing below. The young bull pipes up: “Hey, want to go down and tupp one of those beauties?” The old bull says: “Hell, let’s go down and tupp ‘em all!”
I was looking to tupp ‘em all myself that morning as I skidded to a stop above Virginia’s Run.
Rob Lyon returns to some old stomping grounds, Oregon’s Deschutes River, to chase summer steelhead (and something even more elusive).
“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains…” —Herman Hesse, Siddhartha
We parked the rig in the loading zone and threw on the flashers.
It was Sunday afternoon and Pearltown was in high gear. Streets were plugged with bikes and cars, sidewalks with people, and the handsome brick Deschutes Brewery Public House on the corner was packed with sidewalk tables and patrons sitting elbow to elbow. The place was crawling.
While I went inside the brewpub to hunt down the manager and load up the two pony kegs we’d be hauling in the rafts, the guys found an outdoor table by the rig and ordered up lunch. It was the 20th of July and we were on our way to the Deschutes.
If you watch any football at all these days you’ve seen the Corona beer ads about finding your beach. Neat concept. Your beach may be standard sand and water. It might be a rock concert or a mountaintop. But it’s a sort of a shrine and a place we go to lift our spirit. The Deschutes was a major beach of mine back in the 70s and 80s, and I revisited it this last summer with some friends.
Sometimes the best way to discover rivers is through a child’s eyes. In this new video from American Rivers, produced by filmmaker Skip Armstrong, we follow eight-year-old Parker as he races and splashes along some of the Pacific Northwest’s most spectacular rivers.
Along the way he counts down what makes these rivers so special, from puddles and newts and forts to pristine water, rain, and leaf monsters.
Part creek race, part music festival and part environmental rally, PuescoFest brought together more than 1,000 people to celebrate free-flowing rivers in Chile. Event organizer LJ Groth reports.
I’ve been traveling to Chile’s beautiful rivers for work and play since 2005. For years I worked as a river guide in the tourist hub of Pucon. Then, in 2012, I began my own guide service in the nearby mountain village of Curarrehue, called by the pristine nature of its river valleys and by the deep roots of the native Mapuche culture.
After moving to Curarrehue, I soon familiarized myself with the ongoing struggle the local people are facing as foreign investors continue to target Curarrehue and the surrounding region for their natural resources. This area is threatened by dams, mines, deforestation—industrial invasion and environmental destruction in the name of economic progress. The world needs to know. Due to the mining industry’s growing need for energy, hydroelectric power production is a hot topic, and every last one of Chile’s many streams and rivers are at risk. Why should a small, rural community, so dependent on these free-flowing rivers, be sacrificed for the growth of a mostly foreign-run industry, which needs to bring the energy over 2000 km North? Continue reading →
Last month we celebrated our one-year anniversary as a 100% employee-owned company, an occasion that honestly came and went without a lot of to-do. No special announcement, no awards, no steak lunch. Hey, we’re business owners, we’ve got work to do! Still, it’s worth taking a moment to reflect on where we’re at, how we got here and where we’re headed next.
But first, let us take the time to say thanks. Thanks for your support over the past year, and the previous 42. Thanks for believing in us, our gear and our customer service. Thanks for letting us be a part of your adventures on the water. Thanks for your phone calls, emails, instant chats, comments, likes, and all the other ways you keep in touch. Thanks for subscribing to our e-Newsletter and catalog. Thanks for reading this blog. Thanks for your positive—and negative—feedback. And thanks, of course, for helping us keep the lights on around this place.
NRS ambassador Aaron Koch had a front row seat at this year’s inaugural Rey Del Rio waterfall kayak championships while helping set safety for the groundbreaking event. Here’s his report.
It’s not very often that you get invited to a whitewater event that has never been done before. This year my company, Kayak Huasteca, was invited to bring competitors and help with safety at the Rey Del Rio waterfall championships. The three-stage competition took place on the Cascadas de Agua Azul in the state of Chiapas in southern Mexico, where aquamarine waters cascade over a complex series of travertine drops and slides. As you can imagine, the event was insane!
In 2010, Ben survived a 45-minute long swim to shore through 25-foot heaving shorebreak and rocks at Nelscott Reef on the Oregon Coast. He captured this photo on the same day.
Photographer Ben Moon makes a cameo in The Coast, and offered his own expertise during the production, editing and wave riding involved in the making of the film. Ben first met Hayden Peters through mutual friends, and the two have been surfing together (and occasionally collaborating on work) ever since. They became great friends mainly, says Ben, “through our mutual love of the ocean.”
Much like Hayden, Ben has his own unique relationship with the ocean as a place for gathering perspective. We sat down with Ben and asked him to share a bit about what The Coast means to him. Here’s what he had to say. Continue reading →
Sun, sand, waves, whales and camera-seeking salt water. NRS in-house photographer Jacob Boling delivers a behind-the-scenes look at the people and places that make The Coast such a beautiful and powerful film.