Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Over 25 miles, a lot more rapids. I saw the fabled fallen railroad tressel.
I saw a beaver take a nosedive into the mud, then proceed to tumble into the water.
Tonight, my jungle hammock and I are hanging just before the start if Dallas's levee system listening to a chorus of cricket frogs.
An easy paddle tomorrow, and I'm home.