Today, we paddled past the outlets, where one third of the Mississippi River water passes into the Atchaflaya, the shortest big river in North America. Needless to say, I was a little apprehensive, fearing we would approach the area too far river right and get sucked down one of the chutes. John and River passed much closer than me, though, without any difficulties.
The current is slowing a bit. It will take longer to average the miles needed to make this journey in 80 days. Also, for the first time since above St. Louis, I am beginning to see signs that the flooded river basin is beginning to recede.
We must find a campsite for it is getting late in the day.
He could not have been more correct. After we got our gear up, we set up camp. Under these large trees, we were just far enough off the main river to not be disturbed by the passing barges. With all day shade, clean, dry, and level land, it was the most ideal conditions a creative camper could ever hope to enjoy. The undergrowth and terrain reminds me of Lickskillet, Kentucky where I grew up. Happy campers here tonight! We even joked around with some entertainment video clips.
Would highly recommend this campsite for high water conditions. Unfortunately, there is no way to boat into this area at normal water levels.
One again, I have learned never underestimate the knowledge of the Mighty Quapaw John Ruskey. I must also write my next blog discussing the great camp foods we have been enjoying. John Ruskey and Mark River - you guys are a sight for sore eyes.
I'm the Grey Beard Adventurer. But you can call me Dale Sanders, and these are my stories.