Enough ranting. I had those thoughts about motorcycles and airboats from time to time, but the loudest noise when you are on the river is the noise in your head. The river becomes more and more beautiful as you go on. The second day, mostly between Muscoda and Woodman, was a more difficult trip. The wind came back to the usual course and so we actually had to paddle and focus. Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been a problem, but in the 100 degree heat it was a chore.
I will post some pictures when I develop them. The second night, somewhere near Woodman, we found the perfect campsite: A sandy beach next to a wood to keep us out of the sun and wind. We were next to a dry creek bed that, had it been a cool evening, would have been fun to follow. As it was, we weren't doing any more moving than we had to. There were a number of animal paw prints, including an intriguing cat footprint. A bobcat?
By the way, I haven't mentioned the wonderful driftwood on the river. We saw many animals "carved" out of the trees by water and wind. It is wonderful to see much of the river left alone to do its work.
I will publish the last dispatches of the trip, and why we got off the water early, tomorrow...(hint: it wasn't the weather)
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