Werner: A Proper White River Experience in Washington State

As I came around the bend in the river I saw it. A twisted jumble of tree roots and logs, silver and water-weathered that stretched across the milky-blue water from bank to bank. I continued to paddle forward, trying to get a glimpse of an open passage. No dice, another massive log jam was blocking our way. I waved my paddle, pointing the canoes behind me to exit river-left. It looked like we were in for another fun portage.