Sixes River

 I hoped to hike out to the mouth of the Sixes River and the wildest beach you can imagine. 

This river has a very small entry to the ocean; the sand builds up over the summer and eventually blocks the channel almost completely and the river backs up to form a huge lake in the valley. When the fall rains start, the increased water flow eventually breaks open the sand dam and the wild salmon start upstream to their spawning grounds. Jamie had hoped we could fish from shore there this fall - would you believe gonzo anglers fly fish for salmon there?

Dang! The river lake was too high, blocking the path to the mouth and the ocean shore; I waded through flooded sections until I couldn't go any farther. But I released a handful of Jamie's ashes into the water where he would have shore fished.