When we all met up in Danbury five days ago, everyone was very friendly. Most of us were probably making an effort to be welcoming of new people on this adventure.

A couple short days later, we’ve left friendliness some 40 miles upstream and developed true inter-dependence, looking to our companions for safety and comfort during this beautiful and challenging trip.

Today the river was easier on us — broader and fewer rapids. It was considerably colder, though, and a couple big waves right after launching soaked me, so it was a chilly paddle. Even though the river was wider, the current still carried us along quickly.

We’re camped at Log Cabin Resort in Trego, where our tents are scattered amongst cozy cabins, and the sauna has not seen a quiet moment. We found dinner at the Prime Bar up the way, and our friendly hosts here have happily shuttled us around, to the laundromat, the restaurant, and the Mobil station.

The night is fixing to be very cold, but that’s because it’s bringing in clear skies that should last for the remainder of the trip. This might be the last post I’m able to publish — tomorrow we will be at our final and most remote campsite, where the internet might not intrude.

Thanks for following along. These updates have been meant mostly for all the friends and family following along back home — I plan to write considerably more about this trip after I get back, and hope you’ll check back to read those articles about the true magic of the Namekagon.

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