I rose to a brisk but sunny morning. Condensation caked the inside of my tents rainfly following a night that hovered in the mid 30s. Bundled in several layers and topped with cathart overalls I packed up the miscellaneous gear thrown about the inside of the tent and set the rainfly out to dry as I made breakfast.
A relatively calm day on the water followed. Near Helena, AR I received a text from my boss in South Dakota checking in and curious as to my expected end date. After crunching the milage I called her back, leaving a message. By my math I should be wrapped up sometime near the end of the month.
For the first time on the journey I see the end of the line and start thinking about the short amount of time I have left on the river. From there my mind begins to sort out the tasks I need to get done once I get home. Get a basketball schedule together, think of a new segment for my radio show, line up this, work on that.
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