Day 92 Mississippi River
I woke up to nearby gunshots just before sunrise. A pair of duck hunters had set up within the vicinity. Despite the barking of a 12 gauge I slept in a bit and got up on my own time.
After breakfast and breaking down the tent I packed up the boat on a muddy edge and pushed off into the river.
A sunny but cool day awaited. A slight wind from the south blew in at a 45 degree angle.
Late in the day, I noticed something moving quickly along the West Bank. It looked like a running dog. As I got closer I realized it was a full sized healthy coyote. Dark grey in color with a big bushy tail, the coyote sprinted along the edge of the water for 50 yards or so before turning up into the forest.
I passed the St. Francisville bridge around 4pm. Just down river two industrial plants held court on the rivers edge. The plant on the eastern shore omitted an unpleasant smell, similar to natural gas. As the wind blew at my back, the smell carried along.
A few miles later I pulled over and found camp on a large island, with the norther most tip having a large sandy beach.
Dinner, driftwood fire and a touch of reading followed.
Another solid day on the river. Thanksgiving tomorrow. Hopping to get to Baton Rouge.