We laughed and laughed about the compost toilet at Dark Butte - we couldn't figure out why it wasn't turned the other way so intrepid explorers such as ourselves could at least enjoy the spectacular view while conducting necessary business.
Because of our paddling marathon the day before, we only traveled 6 miles downriver on Wednesday, and hardly did a stitch of actual paddling the entire time. Floating along with the ones you love under an enormous sunny sky is quite the life.
Lunch beside the water under the shade of a huge tree was lovely...
...and then later, a stop along the way for exploring.
Our last campsite was definitely our favorite - excellent spots for the tents, perfectly placed fallen logs for benches around the fire pit, and we were even able to take baths in the river - the closest thing to a shower for any of us in about 4 days!
The only beef Sara and I had was an unexpected encounter with a most univited guest:
To the immense relief of the girls, he stayed coiled up under the log the entire time we were there. I know because I kept checking :)
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