We started toward a little, private owned dock/gas station called "Hoppies". It was only about six miles down and the current was fast so we made it in about an hour. As we approached the dock, we noticed a few guys near a sailboat. We had assumed they were the people who ran the place, so we asked if we could land and they said sure. It turned out they were traveling down to the gulf as well. Pete owned the boat and was planning on making his sailboat "ThunderDrum" a lifestyle. He had a couple of friends with him, Chris and Matt. Chris I think was going as far as Cairo. Pete had one other friend who was in it for the long hall, his cute little dog Butters.
They were incredible hospitable and showed us their boat. We stayed and. chatted for over an hour. As the winds picked up from the North, they decided to part. Lily and Butters were off exploring together, but didn't go far. We said farewell and good luck and they were off. It would be nice to run into them again down river.
After they left, we moved our canoe to the inside of the dock, to avoid barge waves. And went up to find the owner to ask if we could leave the canoe there while we went into town. We found three guys putting a trailer on and they said it was fine.
Our walk would be about two miles each way, down a country road, through the little tourist town of Kimmswick, and a few roads further to a less cute commercial area. Kimmswick is apparently famous for their apple butter and was full of people from sidewalks into the streets.
We got our supplies and back to the boat to find water in it. Apparently their was a drain pipe in the dock their. It's difficult to describe how the dock was put together. Regardless, we bailed out the canoe, moved it, got water, ate lunch and left.
Even with our long resupply and encounter with new friends, we made 27 miles for the day and camped in between wing dams.
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