I went out on a trash run on the Duwamish today with interesting results.  After six hours of rowing, I came back with a raft full of great river booty, including frizbees, tennis balls, lighters, pink plastic roses, a basketball, nylon dock line fake pearls, styrofoam, plastic bags, bottles, cans, syringes and discarded rope (so big it had to be towed behind my Cataraft).

Imagine my surprise when, at the end of the day, one of the large local tow boats throttled down, stopped and came up beside my raft in the middle of the waterway.  The deckhand took all my trash bags - maybe 50 pounds worth and the beefy dock line I was trying to tow back to port.

Earlier in the day as I collected the string of fake pearls, I had put them around my neck to carry back to the raft.  I had forgotten that I was waring these and in view too were the pink plastic roses and the other fine items of trash.  I must have been quite a sight today, something like a very bad nautical prom date. . .

It was a great day!  I counted no less than 7 osprey circling above me, and as the weather cleared later on, a nice south wind blew me back down the river toward the marina.