The chef has had a hissy fit. Can’t say I blame him though. Everything he touches has sugar in it. First it was coconut cream that tasted like brown sugar. Now the organic beans taste like sugar. He’ll get over it and with his idea of adding sour cream and some curry to his dish it tasted great.
Soaking wet again after a mixed, but mostly foggy day
Looking back. Just after the start the skipper of the pusher came to the edge of the barge and said “Hey buddy these are all moving towards the bank. You need to get outta here”. I wasn’t going back, the barges were mostly full and drawing 3m and even if they did hit the bank I reckoned I could just get the kayak out of the water. I paddled furiously and took this shot with some relief
Had my first river moment today ie the first time where I was challenged by the natural river, not man made things. There was a sharp corner, the only one I have seen. Two metres of mud cliff, boiling current with whirlpools, waves slapping against the cliff and booming back from caverns and thunderclaps overhead. That was a bit over the top I thought because it was all fine, much easier than the dreaded barges.
Also had my first scary bit. It was really gloomy under a wharf and some sort of grey liquid was cascading down. The other end seemed blocked by scaffolding and logs so I retreated back down the river and went around.
35.5km for the day. That’s seven days paddling since the Gulf. Including walking 5km through the French Quarter we are up to 213.6 km (132.7 miles)
Klaas: To all you ” Doubting Thomas’s “a message from me. You all said it was impossible to kayak up the Mississippi against a five knot currant etc ,so now eat your heart out. Stevie the Wonder boy is clocking up twenty miles (No, not kilometres) per day and sometimes more. Wind, hail, waves, he still does it. How he does it I don’t know but it is time you started to recognise his achievements and tell him so. Go on, send him an email and let him know. Klaas.