At this
point, we were getting pretty low on supplies. We had been boiling water for a couple of nights, which was
fine, but time consuming. The
weather was holding fine, the wind was light and it was relatively warm, a nice
respite from 45 with a damp wind.
We tried several landings in the evening, but it was either too gravelly
to land the boat or the beach was too exposed for a camp. We finally pulled up on a sandbar and
pulled the canoe up a steep little hill for the night. The fishermen from the week before had
warned us about the river rising in the night. They said it could rise up to four feet and had just weeks
before. Since then we had been
careful to pull the boat up as far as possible and to tie her off when
possible.
We
had to haul our gear through dense brush to get to an open area farther up the
beach. It made us nervous going so
far inland, possibly into private property, but it gave us a good
windbreak. We had to boil more
water, so we had several trips back and forth through the brush before we were
done. That night we went over all
our supplies and realized we were even lower than we thought. We had 2 eggs, a few pieces of bread, a
little peanut butter, dogfood and coffee.
We’d be fine for a day or two and could improvise, but we really needed
to find a town.
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