According to the weather, this was supposed to be another chilly, rainy day. We were all thrilled, especially dog. Luckily, it wasn't too bad, though we did don our rain bibs just in case.
There was supposed to be a river level gauge under the co. Rd. 441 bridge, but we didn't see it. We just figured the river was low, as it had been for, well, all of it.
We had a short, rather uneventful day of 23 miles and stopped at the Swimming Bear campsite. We had managed to stay dry for most of the day and were happy to have made it before the wind and rain started up. The site's landing was about 30' upstream of the site itself and there was a steep path up and then over to get to the site. And the mud! The landing was a soupy concoction of what seemed to be mostly axle grease and bird poop that made unloading a dream.
Since we had ended quite early, around 5, we had big plans for journaling, blogging and hanging out, but shortly after we arrived the sprinkles got there too. We ended up cooking dinner under some trees and staying fairly well sheltered (dog hid in the tent cave, of course) but sought refuge pretty early. Since the site was on a ledge overlooking the water, it was pretty neat watching the wind play over the river. And every gust of wind brought down a sprinkle of yellow leaves that settled on the current.
As we were bedding down, it became obvious pretty quick that the tent wasn't exactly what you'd call water tight, which is exactly what a tent should be called, IMHO. But we did what we could to tighten it up and were thankful that the weather was supposed to clear soon.
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