A goodnights sleep with a big down pour during the night we woke and listened to. My alarm still accidentally set wakes us at 5:30am and we hop from our sleeping bags.
The clouds slowly burning off and not a breath of wind. It’s looking to be a beautiful day.
Oatmeal with peanut butter and wildcoast cranberries. Oh how i have weirdly missed these meals.
Packed up and back on the water. We battle and feel we are making good progress, until we come up behind a dock full of barges. The current rushing around them. We head out and are immediately fighting for our lives. One barge down, two, still 4 more and we are wearing out. “Don’t stop! We got this! You are doing amazing! Switch sides!” are called out regularly. The last one and we cut back to shore.
Paddle high five and a bite of chefcuts cheese and jerky. The hardest paddle M tells me he has ever done. We carry on and the distant rain clouds are now teaming down on us.
Chilled we paddle hard coming to an old dock or break wall (not sure what they are) we must paddle back out to the middle of the river and current. As we pass we can see, this is going to be repeated over and over again. We push hard passed each. As we pass the last and turn right into a channel with less current, but adding a bit of distance we look at our GPS.
The last 4 hours we have only travelled around 8 kms- the last two hours only about 3 kms. We are exhausted and hungry and still have a whole afternoon.
The bank is not conducive for stopping for lunch so we pull into the first dock. Immediately a man comes out of his houts onto the deck. Walking up to talk to him, he rudely tells us to leave and of course we respect this.
Paddling on, we finally are too hungry and wedge the boat into a marsh. We opt to have our meal on the canoe.
Boiling water and trying to stretch out as best we can. We must carry on. The paddling is easier now (finding out later the tide was now in our favour).
We make amazing time compared to the morning.
Finally pulling into a perfect beach camp spot just over our goal of 30 kms. Coffee and a swig of whiskey are a must today.
I feel as though if i sat i will just pass out. Coffee helps and so too a big meal. M amazingly sets up my bed while I am out of the tent.
Climbing into my sleeping bag I now write and think, “I’m sure I'm forgetting many highlights from the day, but I am far too exhausted.”
Goodnight Neverland, Until Tomorrow!
Paddled 33.5Kms
The clouds slowly burning off and not a breath of wind. It’s looking to be a beautiful day.
Oatmeal with peanut butter and wildcoast cranberries. Oh how i have weirdly missed these meals.
Packed up and back on the water. We battle and feel we are making good progress, until we come up behind a dock full of barges. The current rushing around them. We head out and are immediately fighting for our lives. One barge down, two, still 4 more and we are wearing out. “Don’t stop! We got this! You are doing amazing! Switch sides!” are called out regularly. The last one and we cut back to shore.
Paddle high five and a bite of chefcuts cheese and jerky. The hardest paddle M tells me he has ever done. We carry on and the distant rain clouds are now teaming down on us.
Chilled we paddle hard coming to an old dock or break wall (not sure what they are) we must paddle back out to the middle of the river and current. As we pass we can see, this is going to be repeated over and over again. We push hard passed each. As we pass the last and turn right into a channel with less current, but adding a bit of distance we look at our GPS.
The last 4 hours we have only travelled around 8 kms- the last two hours only about 3 kms. We are exhausted and hungry and still have a whole afternoon.
The bank is not conducive for stopping for lunch so we pull into the first dock. Immediately a man comes out of his houts onto the deck. Walking up to talk to him, he rudely tells us to leave and of course we respect this.
Paddling on, we finally are too hungry and wedge the boat into a marsh. We opt to have our meal on the canoe.
Boiling water and trying to stretch out as best we can. We must carry on. The paddling is easier now (finding out later the tide was now in our favour).
We make amazing time compared to the morning.
Finally pulling into a perfect beach camp spot just over our goal of 30 kms. Coffee and a swig of whiskey are a must today.
I feel as though if i sat i will just pass out. Coffee helps and so too a big meal. M amazingly sets up my bed while I am out of the tent.
Climbing into my sleeping bag I now write and think, “I’m sure I'm forgetting many highlights from the day, but I am far too exhausted.”
Goodnight Neverland, Until Tomorrow!
Paddled 33.5Kms
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