We left from
572 ½ the next day. It was still
pretty warm, but the wind had steadily picked up over the previous couple of
days so paddling was a bit harder.
We were padding more houses on the MS side, but AR still seemed pretty
bare. Finding camp that night was
a little tricky; first we tried a sandbar on the AR side which turned out to be
mostly gravel and too shallow to beach safely. We could see a nice looking sandbar on the other bank, but
the river is too wide to see detail across the water.
When we got over there, they first spot was too steep to make camp and
the next one had a deer blind with hunters in it. We went a few hundred yards down and pulled up onto a steep
sand bank broken by deep ravines from rain runoff. That night we heard then saw a pickup drive by on a two
track very close to our camp. We
figured they were the hunters leaving, but were not sure if they had seen
us. No one bothered us, but we had
a bit of a restless night.
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