The moment of truth comes about 10 minutes and a third of a mile into the first crossing of the Columbia River, which is .9 miles wide where I like to swim, between Hood River, OR and White Salmon, WA. After plunging in and crawling across the placid bay just east of the old steel bridge spanning the river, the current announces itself. You’re just swimming along, then you’re bodily tugged sideways and you’re in it.
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