Woke up not hungover and well rested and didnt wake up to puke, pee, find dry spot, drink water, or cough. We felt great. John aka Bigfoot aka Nature Boy and I ,,aka Yard Dog, pulled enough money together so we could each buy 1000 dollar kayaks, they're worth 1500 easily. Probably the most bad ass thing I've ever set my ass in. And yes, I HAVE driven a 1984 Cheiftan Winnebago.
We set off without much delay and with new theatrics at all. Within an hour we hit a lock and dam, damn. We had to lift the boats sideways out of the water, Bigfoot with a still messed up ankle, walk each boat 100 yards, and drop them back in down a steep concrete wall... then we paddled off. Then we hit another lock and dam, then another, then another, then another. 5 to be exact. Very calm beautiful river but a little frustrating to say the least.
The thing is, people like John and I dont give up. As the sun went down and we were being attacked by mosquitos, hellaciously, tired, hungry, all the bullshit, we still made another heroic decision to Portage again, against all odds, then walk the boats 300 yards to safe camp.
After 30 minutes trying to start a wet fire we used Nature Boys camp stove to torch the pile of small twigs into a burning inferno in seconds.
Heroic, but not too heroic.
Happy for sleep, you betcha.
First day without a drink and I'm feeling like a million.
Calories burned: who cares, but def a lot
Miles- What ever 29km is
Lock/Dam Portages- 5... fucking 5
Weight of each boat- Probably 100lbs
Working Feet( out of 2 people)- 3
Temp- Perfect
Birds making strange noise- 18-34
The train rumbles by with sad but nice people to somewhere else in Germany.
No comments:
Post a Comment