Columbia River Basin

Columbia River Basin
The river basin mapped in Google Earth.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Map of Beaverton to the Sea

If a drop of rain, or a piece of trash, or a toy boat enters Beaverton Creek near my house, it will eventually make it out to the Pacific Ocean (assuming my toy boat is not picked out of the water by some meddling kids). While I've described that path in the past, here today I illustrate it.

The map has been numbered to label the converging bodies of water, as well as some of the areas I've already posted about.

1. Beaverton Creek, which flows into the...
2. Rock Creek, which flows into the...
3. Tualatin River, which flows into the...
4. Willamette River, which flows into the...
5. Columbia River, which flows into the Pacific Ocean.
10 Tualatin Valley.

Happy Hunting,
Brett

Monday, February 14, 2011

The Great Frontiersman

I had never heard of the author Jack Nisbet, nor his books until a casual glance stole my attention. Something I like to do from time to time is visit Powell's for book readings. Listening to an author tell his personal story and sell you on his latest narrative is reason enough for me to purchase and read a book. To facilitate such sales, Powell's sends out an email monthly about who will be appearing during the next 30 days. I usually just scan this list looking for names or titles I recognize. It's a pretty fast process and I ordinarily see one or two things that interest me. I glanced past a book with a leaf on the cover and thought nothing of it. The Collector, it was called. I was ready to pass it up completely when I happened to see the word "River" italicized in its description. I though, "This could be something interesting, as I like those". The title, being Sources of the River, told me it had something to do with hydrology, which also interests me. But then when I read that this book as about the first mapping of the Columbia River, I knew I had to have it. 

I have just finished this book, and let me tell you, no lives like this anymore. Sources of the River tells the story of David Thompson: trader, explorer, and map maker. Born in England and shipped, as a child, to the new world for the rest of his life. His story parallels that of most any legendary frontiersman. In the territories that would eventually become Canada, Thompson would grow up learning how to live entirely outside of civilization, feeding off the land, dashing off into the utterly unknown. But he brought back knowledge of everywhere he went with scientific precision. The maps he made still hold up as accurate as anything we could make with satellites today.

Yet, for the amount of high adventure he had, there is a serious lack of death in this man's life. Braving snow storms in mountain passes, starving in alpine meadows bereft of game, shooting dangerous rapids in hand made boats. It's especially surprising considering the amount of battles going on around him. Although he is among the first of Western Civilization to visit these lands, they are peopled already. And while the coming of the white man is considered an auspicious thing for many of the Native American tribes, trouble is bound to follow. As in any nation situation , there are border conflicts and concerns over trade, one nation asking for sanctions and embargoes against others. These white men had come mainly to trade. They wanted beaver skins to feed the factories that generated the latest fashions in London. And while tobacco was a hot commodity, guns were an even hotter one. Despite the number of times he was too closely involved in the battles and drama of the natives, no man died in his care. 

Greatly reduced reproduction of David Thompson's Map.
He managed to map the Columbia, from source to sea, and some of its tributaries as well, in the course of only a few years. Much more reliable than the maps that Lewis and Clark put together, of whom David was a contemporary. In fact, Thomas Jefferson sponsoring the Corps of Discovery is what lead Thompson's North West Company to sponsor his trip over the Rocky Mountains. His master work is ten by sixteen foot, incredibly-detailed, and hand-drawn map. Like many artists, he died in near obscurity and his genius was mostly recognized after he was gone.

For those of you paying attention, he is something I want for my birthday. It goes with both the book and my overall study:

Happy Hunting, 
Brett

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Columbia for a cause


I spent this morning visiting Broughton Beach in North Portland, near the airport. This sandy shore on the Columbia was host to a very strange event. I didn't even know such things happened until about three weeks before this event. My friend Atheana was going to be participating in a small bit of madness. Now, normally I'm a fair participator in madcap adventures and a bit of costuming. This, however, was not my idea of fun. 


The weather report had predicted rain and the dark clouds promised some. It was a chilly morning, despite certain hopes of a groundhog from last week. The waters of the Columbia, having freshly drained the Cascade Range, was flowing at a frosty 39 degrees. Yet bathing suits and towels abounded, as did collections of animals, super heroes, and innuendo. Hundreds had gathered here for a single purpose, to help the Oregon Special Olympics. They were raising money by raising goose bumps. 


The event is called the Polar Plunge, and no other name could be more fitting. I estimated about 600 people willingly dove into the icy, pre-noon, cloudy-day waters of the Columbia. Their mixed expressions of triumph and horror are priceless. Soon enough, the sun came out and around $150,000 was raised. And this wasn't the only site performing this charity.  Just in the Columbia Basin there are at least seven other such plunges.




                                                   
More images available here: Polar Plunge.

On another note, back to Portland Bridges for a moment. 

  • The Oregon City-West Linn Arch Bridge has closed for repairs. Two years is the expected construction time.
  • The twin Interstate Bridges (and here) that take the I-5 over the Columbia between Oregon and Washington is in need of congestion relief. The bridges may be replaced in the future.
  • For updates on the bridge to be for the Orange Line, see the home page for the "Caruthers" Bridge.
  • The Sellwood Bridge is also in need of repairs. It will be getting significant upgrades soon.


Happy hunting,
Brett

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Drive-in, drive on

One of my first memories of moving to Portland was being surprised by a drive-in theater. While walking down a street, I came around a corner and saw a fair number of cars all neatly lined up. They were all parked facing a monolith. Light was projected on this giant screen, but I wasn't sure where the soundtrack would come from. It took me a second to realize that the vertical yellow lines were normally used to separate lanes of traffic. This was the Burnside Bridge, it's leaves drawn up like a castle at night.

While rivers tend to be the center of civilizations, most ancient empires and modern cities are founded on them, they can also serve to divide. Many nations and states define their boundaries based on rivers. In ancient times a true river (as opposed to a stream or creek) might as well have been a mountain for all it did to act as a wall. Casual travelers would rather seek a way around than to have to strip down to nothing, hold your clothes above your head and hope you can make it across in such a state. Trades men could never get their goods safely across such a body. And you can forget about an army of men weighed down by weapons, armor, and camp gear getting through.

If you don't happen to carry a boat around with you, the only way to cross is to find a ford, a place where the water is shallow enough to walk across. And these are not always common, you might have to travel days out of your way to find one. When speed is important, a bridge must be created. Any city built on a river will need bridges to maintain commerce and cohesion.

One of Portland's many nick-names is Bridgetown, and it is well deserved. In the metro area there are more than eight miles of major river crossings and untold leagues of minor ones. And Portland's bridges are not just numerous, but famous also.

Going back to Burnside, this bridge is the center of Portland's compass needle. All locations into town describe themselves as being north or south, east or west of this structure. I have crossed this bridge in a car, on a bus, and on foot more times than I could possibly recount. It was designed by Joseph Strauss, whose name graces the mechanism that lifts the bridge leaves, and who later designed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Fransisco.

Nearby is the Morrison Bridge. A near twin to Burnside, this is the most heavily trafficked non-highway bridge, largely because it serves as an on-ramp/off-ramp to a highway. But also partly due to the fact that it replaces two historical bridges, including the first bridge built in the dark reaches of Portland's history. This first bridge was also the largest west of the Mississippi at the time. The current bridge is the largest mechanical device in the state.

Still going upstream we come to the more-than-a-century-old Hawthorn. It is the oldest vertical-lift still in operation, being so old it must be raised four times a day whether river traffic dictates it or not. For many, this is one of the most nerve wracking drives in Portland, with its extremely narrow lanes traveling very close the bridge's truss system and to oncoming vehicles with no dividers.

If the Hawthorn doesn't stress-out driver and passenger alike, then the Marquam usually will. This speedway, which carries the I-5 freeway, has an incredible takeoff ramp for southbound cars. Just after you are sandwiched under the northbound lanes you take a nearly 90 degree turn out over the river and head for a concrete divider. If you are on the wrong side, say you want to head south (left) you will need to be in the right lanes, you will have to play chicken with other cars who have made the opposite mistake.

Heading back to the north is a truly unique bridge, the Steel. Not only does this bridge carry every conceivable means of transport across the river (people, bikes, cars, buses, light rail, street car, freight train), it is a double-decker vertical-lift. Second in age only to Hawthorn. And while a double-decker is not really that unique, the fact that the decks can lift independent of each other is some flexibility that others envy.

A short distance from there is the Broadway. This Bridge makes it's name for being a bit of a fluke. It is a bascule, like Burnside and Morisson, meaning that it opens by lifting leaves. Unlike these other bridges, though, the counter-weights and mechanisms are above traffic in the bridge's superstructure. Not only that, but it is a Rall-type, meaning it rolls open (named for it's inventor, not for this action), not simply rotating.

At the north end of downtown is the Fremont Bridge. Until recently, this was the largest tied arch (a hybrid between a suspension and an arch) bridge in the world. Now it is number two after a new bridge in China. It still has the longest single span (length of bridge unsupported from below) in the state.

Much further north is the St. Johns Bridge, the tallest, most beautiful, and only suspension bridge on the Willamette. The gothic towers are awe inspiring and can only be called "epic".

I will mention briefly the Ross Island Bridge, the unfriendliest in town as it is the most difficult to get on to or off of as it is a tangle of roads on the west bank, and a list of restrictions on the east. It is also extremely narrow and does not share well with pedestrians or bikes. But it will be alleviated soon. For, between it and the Marquam Bridge there will soon be a new one.

The first major bridge to be built in my lifetime, tenatively called Caruthers (for the streets it almost but doesn't quite connect on each side of the river), is on it's way. For multi-use, it will rival the Steel, only lacking freight trains and cars. That's right! No cars! Making it another unique addition to Portland as it will be one of the largest bridges not for, or allowing, cars in the country. It will also be of the stayed-cable type, which is similar to a suspension bridge. Instead of a large cable crossing the length of the bridge with supports tied to it, the supports are tied directly to the towers. This will also be a breathing and singing bridge! It will host a new Max light rail line, the Orange, into South East Portland and Milwaukee, with a stop at OMSI.

Construction on this new bridge starts this summer, so expect to see updates here as things proceed. I'll be keeping a close eye on it. The average build time for bridges throughout Portland's history is two years, but this one is not scheduled to open for four (or, at least the Orange line doesn't start until 2015).

Happy hunting,
Brett