The rain had just subsided when we crawled out of our tents this morning at 0900. The deep damp forest was filled with critters and seemingly 1,000 of insects. Couple dozen snails had taken up residency on the tent screen leaving trail of slime. But this is not a complaint, for I was able to lay my dry comfort.
No rain today. Different story though with what has turned out to be my worst enemy on this trip. Wind howled all day and as normal blew up stream in our faces. Seams the wind follows the river basin as it makes it's twist and turns.
Grand Tower Rock, famous in Mississippi River travels, stood high and Mighty near the right bank as I paddled up to the parking lot and was able to enjoy the moment. As I read the signs about most early boaters capsizing her realized just how special it would be if I could paddle around her without swamping.
My new best friend, an app called "My Radar". again alerted me of the impending rain. Yes, it came again, in buckets and wind riddled the tent on into the night. Just another routine way of life this last few weeks. Would love to see some sunshine and dry out. But thank God we are safe once again in our tents.
I'm the Grey Beard Adventurer. But you can call me Dale Sanders, and these are my stories.