Tuesday morning we waved a fond farewell to our campsite and hit the river for 22 miles of paddling and sightseeing. We had a brisk wind in our faces most of the day (which kept the bugs away, hooray!), but since we were traveling down river, and it was flowing at about 7 miles per hour, it wasn't much work at all. Towards the end of the day, we even hooked the canoes together and floated along side by side.
Oops, I almost forgot to mention this: The night before, my trusty husband and brother were able to break in the shotgun, firing it off a few times to scare away whatever creature was snarling and growling just beyond our tents in the dark. Never again will I scoff at bringing such a thing on such a trip.
We stopped at Hole in the Wall, thinking we might stay for the night, but Sara spotted a snake and Jan Michael discovered a trillion fire ants marching all around, so Sara and I said, "Back to boats, boys!"
These glimpses certainly don't do the actual landscape justice. For a true picture, you'll have to get out there yourself :)
One neat thing about the Upper Missouri is that Lewis and Clark used it on their trek out west. Quite a thing to think about as we sallied forth.
We stopped for the night at Dark Butte, a most excellent campsite with one of the funniest toilets ever. More on that in the next post...
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