Our log says day five but I lost count about 4 days ago..this journey feels like an eternity. We’re lost on a desolate river in the middle of no-mans land with not a single bit of life besides the packs of wolves that guard the coastline, making it impossible to reach dry land. Our rations are spent, clothes worn to the threads and only have one barrel left..barely keeping afloat whats left of our pride and joy. When will this end..will we even make it? Wish so badly there was a way to communicate with the outside world…
hey hey hey don’t worry we’re fine and Skully hasn’t withered away to a sack of skin. Not much to report besides another beautiful day on the river. Took off from our campsite at 6:30 and made it to our first Lock of the day around noon..we battled a slight headwind for the next few miles but before we knew it, we had clocked in 20 miles and were approaching our 2nd Lock of the day and it wasn’t even past 4pm! Totally crushed the second lock without batting an eye and realized we were running on fumes..both gas tanks spent. Luckily the Bass Camp resort had gas and they were right around the bend, so we fueled up, grabbed some bait and cruised another 10 miles to where we are now. A nice sandy beach just north of Winona. Totaled a record 34 MILES TODAY WOOP WOOP hope to reach Iowa by this time next week.
BARREL RAFT BOYS’ SECURITY DETAIL STAYS ICECOLD ALWAYS
Bald eagles: like 150
Turtle eggs: tons
What we had for lunch: Baked beans (thanks Tim!) carrots, and avocado/tomato/tuna salad