This time we
were ready to go. A day of
relaxation in the tent had generated more trash and mesh than we had realized
and breaking camp was a chore. We
also had to collect the chairs and our rain gear, which we had stashed under
the rain fly, from along the windswept beach. The weather was chilly and breezy, but a far cry better than
the day before.
We
made up for our lazy day by making 35 on Wednesday and camping at mile 433 just
south of Vicksburg, MS. We
listened to NPR all afternoon, which was a nice treat. Reception is rather spotty on the river
and usually we’re stuck with static.
There were several casinos in Vicksburg that we joked about stopping at,
but once again paddled passed for a night of rice and pasta. The sandbar we stopped on was very
shallow and we were lucky the water didn’t rise at all during the night.
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