Fear The Goat~!
On Monday morning (July 29), we were up at 5:15, and it was 42-degrees. July!? Meals are catered at the campground at most stops. Working with such a large group is also a learning experience for some of the caterers, and we’ve clearly seen some rare instances where a caterer has oversold his ability to provide for a large group. They may show up late, or arrive with food for forty when they have 200 people standing there anxious to eat quickly, get on a bus or get to the put-in, and get their day started. The thing they need to apparently be reminded of time and again, is that a large group that has been sleeping on the ground all night in 42-degree weather is looking first and foremost for coffee, and lots of it. Paddlers don’t seem to mind standing in line half as much if they have a cup of hot coffee in their hands.
A sandbar break.
Today we would do another 18-mile paddle that would take us to Taylor Falls. We took out at a small park on the Minnesota side just upstream of the falls. Once again we were greeted by buses and several large trailers that would accomplish our portage around the falls and large hydroelectric dam. We carried our gear up to the waiting trucks, and our boats to the trailers. As I approached one trailer with Buddy, I was told, “Oh no. We’re saving this trailer just for the expensive boats.“ Of course his homemade kayak was already on the trailer. Needless to say, that went over like a truck load of fresh manure dumped in front of the church doors during a wedding. Without a word, I turned to take Buddy some place where he could keep better company.