Racing the Wind

Racing the Wind

September 5, Day 166, 214 Miles to Go! I was going to describe my camp as nice and quiet, but I could hear the interstate and every couple of hours a train would rush nearby. I still slept great though in my little flat spot 

Paddling and Planning

Paddling and Planning

September 4 Several mule deer went trooping by my camp first thing this morning. “What was I doing camping on their trail?” they seemed to be thinking. The valley had widened out since a couple of days ago, at least temporarily. The wind varied today 

40 Mile Day

40 Mile Day

September 3 I carried all my gear to the river in one trip. Waves were still lapping the rip-rap so it was a challenge loading the boat. It was windier than I’d expected, a solid headwind with enough waves to splash over the bow occasionally.