Canby Ferry

John T came up from California last month to witness the graduation of his nieces from college. While he was there he met a lovely lady at a place called prophetically, the Joinery. This month he came back to further acquaint himself with said lovely lady. In his off hours, we went up the Willamette River in a motor boat and saw the Canby Ferry. Undocumented were the several times we hit rocks in the river, despite the depth finder on board. Proving once again, that it is only the unexpected that is memorable.