Saturday July 1st 27 miles Portaged Lock and Dam 17 on the far west side. The barges are stacked up and taking several hours to lock through. I will probably start portageing more than locking thru.
A speedboat comes racing towards me, and stops just short of me. The wake throws my kayak up in the air and slams me back down. A sheet of water slaps me across my face.
They wanted to know if I was okay, they had never seen such a small craft on the river before. A family in a canoe glides by as were talking.
I am camping on a beautiful sandy island covered in flowers that are called butter and eggs.
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