LORENZO DEL BIANCO


groped our way through clouds of sec- ond-hand smoke to a table in the back, while fishermen hovered at the bar with raised eyebrows. When I went to refill my beer, I decided enough was enough. We ended up chatting at the bar, swap- ping stories about our mighty river. I was amazed by the conditions they’d ventured out in that would have me snug in my bed in Portland. They were equally astounded at where we went in 21-inch-wide boats in December. Ultimately, drysuits or camo, we’re


all just aquaholics enjoying the wa- tery part of the world. And in a society where style often trumps substance, it’s the people we meet on the water who often turn out to be the most genuine. Let’s keep it that way. See you at the Sea Hag, whatever


you’re wearing.


NEIL SCHULMAN is an Oregon-based paddler and part-time fashion consultant specializing in waterproof–breathable fabrics. For dining at the Sea Hag, he recommends a yellow rain slicker.


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