High waters are making it almost impossible to find a dry spot to pitch a tent. The storm that came through few days ago also destroyed so many beautiful old trees. Paddled 35 miles today, not because we wanted to, just literally no place other than someone’s back yard to camp.
I asked several recreation boaters if they knew where we could stop. Most would simply say "there are none - all underwater". Was sent to one spot with dredged sand piled up near a vertical wall. As we surveyed the area, it was clearly impossible to even get out of the boat against the swift moving waters eroding the shore line.
By the time I made it back across the river, it was really too late for us to be on the water in a canoe. We found this seemingly deserted community with shoreline homes on a point. The river’s rapid currents had recently encircled the homes. Paddled through the neighborhood, trying to find anyone. There was no one. There wasn’t even one vehicle in this community of 50 or so homes - on a beautiful Saturday? Thankfully, the last downstream home had grass. Not much, but enough to safely erect a tent. Slept safely here through the night. We plan on getting out of here early in the morning.
I'm the Grey Beard Adventurer. But you can call me Dale Sanders, and these are my stories.