After leaving the highway leading into Camden we headed down a broad, swift river. We saw big river boats with paddle wheels. Surprised to see that here.
We see tons of damsel flies mating. They land on the boat all the time. The one individual is joined to the other just behind the eyes. Today I saw one where they were joined but the one on top did not have a head or a thorax. Looked like perpetual coitus. I'm not sure if that is desirable.
We also saw a wrecked boat with a dead fish the size of Chris's torso on top. The vultures had gathered.
This part of the river is highly variable in depth due to dam releases. To give you some idea, we paddled over a water fall today. You could not see the bottom from the edge and it took Joseph over 20 min to bail out all the water. It was reported that the same location was more than 5 feet under water yesterday. The sides of the river are steep mucky mud. We are camped on the least steep area we could find with hammocks slung on the branches. Joseph is floating in canoe below but getting closer every hour. Fingers and toes are crossed that we aren't floating with him in a few hours. Joseph suggests we practice exiting the hammocks like a fire drill.
Miles day:17. Trip 230.
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