kayaking · Paddling · Rafting · Self-Actualization · Wellness

A Conversation with an Inspiring Paddler~ Glenna Alderson

I had a pretty straightforward idea about my writing topic when I stepped into Glenna Alderson’s home (now weeks ago) to ask a few questions about her paddling background .  I’d wanted to interview and write a story about supportive women who have been in the paddling community for a long time.  Women who are not only very accomplished kayakers but also have encouraged and supported others. Women who have given generously and freely of their time particularly to novice kayakers and women. While that topic created the thread of our conversation, and Glenna has absolutely 110% done that, I left with my brain practically exploding with how inspiring Glenna is for our community well beyond paddling.  Glenna is undoubtedly a paddler to her core, and so much more in her toolbox of skills, perspective and life experiences. Truly, I sit in awe of her, and have a bit of a “girl crush” for how cool she is–with honesty, integrity and a can-do attitude (in spades). And PS, as I left her house hours later, she was going to help a friend’s daughter with a sewing project in between packing for a trip and meeting with me.

Glenna grew up in Portland, Oregon and began kayaking when now husband, Earl, asked her on a date suggesting they go kayaking together.  She must have really liked both Earl and kayaking because she continued spending time with both, paddling regularly with the OSU paddling club (where she attended college, in Corvallis). As for Glenna and Earl, I’ve heard about them/know them as “Glenna and Earl”…almost as a unit. They’re certainly independent people and both wildly capable yet it seems they were (and are) a great fit from the beginning.

It was later that year (1983) when Glenna jumped on a bus to South Carolina with $200 to her name, following a potential job opportunity as a raft guide on the Chattooga River. As Glenna tells the story it’s almost as if she’s still that young adult, getting excited about a new adventure. She tells me about how she ate dinner that first night, exhausted from the bus ride, and after eating, noticed the kitchen floor was kind of sticky.  She grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor.  When the Wildwater manager saw this she said “oh yeah, you’ll fit in well here”. And she did. 

This exemplifies Glenna’s character.  She sees a need and fixes it–a suggestion she would give to many of her students throughout the years–”see a need and do it, even if the task seems small or “beneath you”. ” It’s a trait that has served her well and gained the respect of many paddling legends–the river manager who fed Glenna straight off the bus in 1983 was Annie Scarborough of Dagger Kayaks.

When Glenna began at Wildwater, she  had never raft guided.  Those were the days of “follow me” instruction and without formal training just went for it. She was a quick learner and soon began guiding clients down the river. Glenna recounts stories of incrementally learning and mostly going well. Like anyone’s progresison in whitewater, there were a few mishaps which were incredible learning lessons for her.

Glenna didn’t forget her love for kayaking though. She expresses how she and the other guides would frequently hurry through dinner so they could get back on the water in their kayaks in the evenings. I can envision this–young, excited paddlers done with their guiding work for the day, now letting loose pursuing their passion of kayaking with their co-workers (built in friends who are likely like family). Personally, I can relate–having worked an amazing summer job somewhat similar in my early 20’s I can feel the festive energy.

Over the years, Glenna became an accomplished kayaker and raft guide, and in the last three decades has paddled all over the country (including a stint guiding in California) and paddling around the world. Some of the most notable experiences were under Project Raft (Russians and Americans For Teamwork)–the brain child of Jib Ellison, and dear friend to Glenna. Project Raft involved American/Russian expeditions in Siberia, rafting the Katun river. It was created during the time of perestroika with the mutual goal of bringing together the Russian and U.S cultures (1987 and 1988). The teams were able to learn each others’ approach to paddling and bridge what appears to be friendships (which you can check out here: Rafting into Siberia Worth the watch! Personally, I loved seeing a young Glenna (and Earl) alongside all the other young boaters sharing a joy of the river.

In 1990, after the 1987 and ’88 trips, an all-women’s crew–American and Russia, set out to paddle the Katun. Glenna writes:

“A group of women friends that included accomplished women in the paddling industry: Julie Munger, Arlene Burns, Kelly Kalafatich, Renee Goddard and myself, traveled to Siberia in 1990  to do the first All Women’s Soviet/ American rafting expedition on Siberia’s Katun river. We had super high water! Other women that joined us were community members with some or little river experience who wanted to be a part of something so positive. The Soviet women who joined us were the wives and partners of the men who had done the earlier trips. They said it was but a dream to be able to participate in such a thing. After that trip, we were determined to bring them to the United States, specifically to California, to help their dreams come true”. 

And determined they were. In 1991 the American women helped raise funds via Project Raft, sponsoring a prominent citizen exchange where they brought fourteen Soviet women to California to participate in an extensive rafting and hiking expedition, paddling the Tuolumne and Stanislaus).  During the Russian women’s stay, Glenna tells how she and her American crew also helped the women get dental and reproductive care, and skin checks, as they didn’t have access to this in Russia. She also tells me of more simple activities (for Americans) like going to a grocery store and the reactions of the women who lived in the Russian regime. A reminder of how plentiful and abundant our lives are by comparison. A point that wasn’t lost on Glenna.

During all these decades, Glenna taught kayaking, for thirty two years, at Hampshire College. She was clearly a dedicated instructor who cared deeply for her students, their progress and well-being.  She remembers taking a crew of students down the Grand Canyon. The trip was in January and when describing it she noted it was so cold their water jugs froze. She adds they had a great time and are still in touch even now, so many years later.

When asked what she would say to anyone new to kayaking, Glenna says “stick with it”!  Progression is so important and not too much, not too fast. Don’t skip the basics–go to a progression-based class. On a more emotional level, Glenna advises “you’re going to have good and bad days.  Keep mistakes small and manageable. Be your own advocate! Say “yes” to opportunity.  Find calm in the chaos.  Dissect into manageable pieces, focusing on the task at hand”. 

Glenna notes several women who greatly inspired her throughout her journey in paddling.  Annie Scarborough, Wildwater Manager back in the 80’s–Glenna says “she was small and mighty, kind, had no “attitude” and was helpful”.   Kelly Kalafatich was a paddling buddy.  Kelly’s claim to fame was as the stunt double for Meryl Streep in the River Wild.  Becky Wise, owner of Wildwater (and daughter of Wildwater founder) was a C1’er and was one of Glenna’s first paddling buddies. Based on the descriptions from Glenna, these women all have several traits in common–all friendly and inclusive. They don’t have a big ego or an attitude, and are supportive to other females. Glenna shares these qualities too.

Glenna’s talents go well beyond paddling.  She is a fantastic artist which I saw in person, hanging in her art studio. In fact, a few years ago Glenna noted that the local Meadowcamp race first prize is of a painting by another fabulous local artist, David Kinker. He has donated a beautiful painting to the winner of the short boat race, which year-to-year is passed along to the next winner (which has mainly stayed in the Anderson family this decade!). Glenna saw the need for a female category and donated a fabulous painting for the winner-which has two years in a row remained with Lauren Lily (a young boater friend whom Glenna has paddled with for years–they recently returned from paddling the Tatshenshini/Alsek rivers).

This short blog only scratches the surface of Glenna Alderson’s talents and personality. She is dear to so many in our central Oregon community and I’m sure, around the globe since she easily creates friendships with her inclusive personality. I have so much gratitude for her– for giving me the time to learn more about her history, and for all she’s done in our paddling circles.

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Down the Rogue…a Trip of Redemption.

I recently returned from a river trip on the Rogue where our crew joined a clean-up on the Wild & Scenic section, Grave Creek to Foster Bar. Unbelievably, this is only the second time I’ve run this section of the Rogue–the last time when I was just 21 years old. So it’s been a minute…

If you’ve read my blog from the beginning, you know that I did not grow up paddling as a part of my regular life. In fact, the outdoor recreation world that is integral to my lifestyle now was unknown to me. Sure, my family was nature-loving but it wasn’t due to large amounts of time spent IN nature. My hobbies/activities were way more urban. I spent way too much time at one of two malls, working at a retail shop part time through high school, or “hanging out” at the mall which mostly meant my friends and I walked around and looked for boys our age, and shopping. Or, I spent my time at dance clubs and “cruisin”. After graduating high school I started making some changes and began school at the local community college, working three part time jobs and spent lots of time at bars. This eventually led me to the Ram Pub which at the time was small but well-located on the corner of Willamette University and kitty corner to La Casa Real which was a key hang-out for 21-30 somethings. PS, none of these pubs/bars exist anymore.

It was with the Ram pub staff of 23 servers, hosts and bartenders that I made my maiden voyage on the Rogue. Since I’d never been on a multi-day river trip and had only rafted a single day on the Mckenzie, you can guess that it was a cute guy that motivated me and my girlfriend to jump aboard the trip when invited. While I had no experience with multi-day trips, it was a fantastic time– I had TONS of fun. No regrets there. The key point is that my mindset and lifestyle were waaaay different than now.

The single regret I had for the trip was that we, as a group, were not environmentally sound when paddling. I have no idea what regulations existed decades ago, but littering was/is never ok. We didn’t intentionally liter, but one of our gear boats with half our food and beer supplies was completely unsecured and flipped in the middle shoot of Rainee. So much packaged food and 24 cases of MGD draft went straight into the river. Ugggh. Not cool.

Weather also had an impact on this first trip. Torrential downpours resulted in flooding and due to lack of food and “too much cotton”, we all hiked out above Mule Creek Canyon and Blossom. Pretty epic really.

That was a part of the inspiration to help Kekoa and the Boat Buddies crew, for this year’s Rogue River cleanup. Kekoa had stopped by the shop and I promised him prizes for the raffle. Later, I figured we could do better and actually be a part of the cleanup. Myself and five other TC crew spent last weekend–two oar-rafts and a kayak, picking up trash. We found tires, random metal, parts of oars, full mesh bags and even the inside drum of a washer or dryer (although we guessed space junk or robot diaper!) Haha.

Admittedly, besides picking up garbage we had a ton of fun. The paddling/rowing was awesome and amazingly beautiful. Our crew comprised great personality–the laughs were frequent sprinkled with deeper, more meaningful conversations throughout the weekend. Food was fantastic! Artist, paddler and friend Dave Kinker enthralled us with his daily plain air painting.

I haven’t yet circled back with Kekoa about how much poundage of trash was removed (if they even kept track). I can tell you our team recovered way more than my Ram Pub crew (accidentally but avoidably) left in there. Doesn’t make up for it but I’m hoping the Rogue River Gods acknowledge the gesture.

If you’re just getting in to paddling, please educate yourself on the important rules of Leave no Trace. From filtering your wash water to groovering. Tie things down properly to your boat!! Have so much fun…responsibly. Thanks for listening and I look forward to seeing you out there on the frisky ripples…

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A Father’s Day Paddle

Years ago when I started this blog my intention was to explain my journey from being a kid raised by two parents from inner city Chicago to living in Bend, pursuing the Bendlandia experience of constant outdoor recreation. That meant that instead of growing up on mountain bikes and in kayaks I hung out at the mall and “cruised the gut” as a teen (Bend kids are SO fortunate!!) Ironically, the real change started after I got into a whole bunch of trouble as a 15-year old, rebelling against my parents, pushing my independence and having “too much fun”. Finally, my actions caught up with me and I was “grounded for life” which ended up being just a month, and the exception was that I could do anything with the family. At the time my dad hadn’t been super present, either traveling or working a ton and subsequently hunkering down after work for some much-needed quiet-time. I have to credit my dad…maybe he realized the gap in our relationship but he showed up then, and the most impactful activity we did together was a private raft trip on the McKenzie river–just the guide, my dad, a family friend and me.

It was a full day trip and it was in the forest on the river. Duh. I explain this because that was kind of foreign to me. It’s not like I’d never been to the forest or seen a river, but this was “out there” and the river was so beautiful, the rapids were really fun and then we got to swim in the river!! The experience of being on/in the river WAS entirely new to me. I had so much fun and I just wanted to do it again.

You might think I fell in love with paddling right there and then, and chose to pursue a life as a guide. Nope. Not even a little. In fact it wasn’t for another 6 years that I’d make my way onto a raft again. But the experience and feeling of joy stayed with me, and when I made the decision to leave Salem a few years later it was Bend and living that lifestyle that I was chasing (finding and working a job at the Inn of the Seventh Mountain, which offered raft trips). From there, the rest is history.

I’ve spent the last 6 months spreading my dad’s ashes at various important places and yesterday it came full circle. I wanted to honor him on Father’s Day at a place so poignant to both he and I. I paddled the McKenzie river and was able to leave a “bit of dad” there. At the takeout, I released his ashes while two butterflies flew around as if to accompany him on the next step of his journey. These butterflies (the yellow and black ones that I lovingly call “yellow-tail swallow tiger somethings”) have special meaning to me and it was an emotional moment–in a very happy way. Be free dad…swim in the river and fly with the butterflies!

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Trip Reports: “Around Town”

Tumalo to Twin Pre-Irrigation Draw:

This year’s snowfall has really led to some great skiing AND some increased flows in the Deschutes. Last month that resulted in some flows higher than I’d seen in years. So when I got a text from my fav adventure girlfriend that a crew was headed out last minute and could I meet them…well…now?… I said “Hell ya!!” I downed my breakfast, threw my SUP on my “gear car” and met them at the put-in (shuttle already being run…big thanks for that!!). We had a couple from Eugene, two pack-rafters, some hard shell’ers and me. At 980 CFS the rocks are covered!! Stoke was high, laughs were prevalent and the rain waited just long enough for us to paddle, load up and say our good-bye’s (til later when we reconvened for a celebratory retirement dinner). Likely we have to wait until fall for this run to be in again, and early spring to (maybe) see levels as high as we enjoyed.

Lesser known Crooked River Run:

When paddlers talk about the “Crooked being in” they’re typically talking about a pretty stout section of Central Oregon’s Crooked river from Lone Pine to Crooked River Ranch, or even Ranch to Lake Billy Chinook. The Crooked River in its entirety is gorgeous, running through Smith Rock and various canyons less developed and less trafficked by people–tourists, hikers, RV’ers etc. Because this river is dam-controlled above Prineville Reservoir it is rare, with historic drought, for the dam to release. When it does, paddlers are quick to get out there for fun rapids and gorgeous scenery.

There is a run directly below the reservoir that is beeeeautiful, easily shuttled and absolutely perfect for the beginner boater and a fabulous “next step” to the aspiring whitewater paddleboarder, after the perfect FIRST-step Lower Deschutes Warm Springs to Trout Creek. It’s relatively close to Bend (under an hour), and the views don’t disappoint. Overall, it is Class 1+ with a single rapid just above the takeout called “The Rapid” which is a friskier ripple. At around 1450 CFS, this rapid is a Class 2- with a single hole the river is pushing into, that could topple a sup-er or novice kayaker. All flowing into run-out. Super friendly.

Earlier this month, a small crew of us headed to this stretch. A packrafter, an IK’er and a hard shell kayaker (recovering from a broken collarbone) and myself on a SUP. Originally we chose this day because it was supposed to be mostly sunny and about 60 degrees. Instead, it was cloudy, windy (occasionally strong gusts that challenged my forward progress) and rain, occasionally pounding. That didn’t deter us and everyone enjoyed the gorgeous views complete with kingfishers, a blue heron and a special sighting of a river otter.

This run is still in (last checked at 1280-ish). Sometimes it drops out though, so do your due diligence before you head out.

North Santiam, Mill City to Mehama:

Ok, so not “around town” Bend but I consider it my back yard having grown up in Salem and then spending 3-4 days a week in MC/Gates for years. I adore this run, and our small crew enjoyed the entire experience. Personally, I think 1600 CFS is a really fun, friendly level for the North Santiam before it drops to lower summer levels. Not pushy like winter flow and not so boney you’re worried about catching a fin. I’d spent the night with my family in Salem and met my two fellow paddlers who were driving out from Bend, at the put-in. We weren’t in a hurry which really emphasized that I love the whole experience of paddling. I was joyous throwing my SUP on my car, making sure I had my gear, driving the 30 minutes to put-in, talking story while we all outfitted and dressed.

Looking ahead, excited to get on the NF of the John Day, the MF of the Willamette, and hopefully the Trinity (a new river for me) later next month, fingers crossed. Hit me up if you have any paddling questions, comments or trip shares!