Voyage of a Summer Sun

The story is the Columbia River, not the canoe and me, but Ive learned that friends cant hear me tell about the river until they know why I was out there. This is not an adventure story, though some adventure was unavoidable, and I didnt set out to find myself if I could help it. Nor did I launch the trip with a large point to prove. It was a voyage of discovery, and its telling is the uncovering of surprise on a river I thought I knew Robin Cody, from the prologue On a June morning in 1990, high up in the Canadian Rockies, Robin Cody pushed his sixteen-foot Kevlar canoe through tall grass and mud to launch it on peaceful Columbia Lake, the nominal source of the river that heaves more water into the Pacific ocean than any other in North or South America. For the next eighty-two days, Cody would portage massive dams and revel in the rapids as the great river plunges 2,700 feet in 1,200 miles before reaching the rivers mouth in Astoria. Codys canoe sneaks up on the bear and moose and raptors and beavers who make a living on the Columbia. He drops in on river people: the trapper, the wind surfer, the archaeologist, the lock operator, the native woman who grew up at riverside in a dwelling of tule reeds. With a generous and infectious spirit, Cody draws us into the mysteries of a much-altered and regulated river that is still, at heart, a life-giving place. This first OSU Press edition of Voyage of a Summer Sunwinner of the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association Book Award and the Oregon Book Award, and an Oregon State Library choice for 150 Books for the Oregon Sesquicentennialincludes a new afterword by the author.