Day 4: The Birmingham Bridge's Brother and Free Beer

I woke up cold as a sore and sore as a cold. So I picked up a Busch and passed back out in Bills and Mimi's house boat. They of course went to their house house. Nicest people and best story tellers I met. If yinz read this I wish the best to ya and thanks for the hospitality.  I proceeded throughout the day to get free beer from people. 3 from Bill, 2 from random people, 2 from Joe and Susan who have a neighbor with a water slide into the river, 1 from Jim, and 1 from some snobs.  I drank 1 for each break separated by 4 hours so it's cool. I now have 7 beers in my cooler and after starting a fire on the river I have some time to relax.

I waited an hour and a half by the locks, didn't get started til noon, and stopped twice and still covered 25 miles because of an awsome current.

You wouldn't believe how good a can of warm soup tastes right now after eating trail mix and protein powder all day, or maybe you might.  I feel more and more appreciative and humbled ever day.  This river is mischievous, one minute its punching you in the gut and the next it's massaging your shoulders.

Also: Some guy from the trib or post gizmo paper want to do a story about how I use a kayak for transportation, so don't buy that paper because they'll probably paraphrase everything I said.

Also: The picture that looks like the Birmingham bridge is actually in Wheeling, and they are brothers, or cousins, or lawyers.

The other one is a freeze dried pelican , it's still alive but just can't move, sort of like Hans solo in empire strikes back.

Mile 99.