The river was was swift but the travel slow due to lots of negotiation of twists, turns, trees, and shrubs. The machete and rubber boots got us through a few tight places. Milage is unknown due to lack of reception but we are guessing 13 miles.
We found a dry, flat place among the cypres knees. We were surprised by the welcome party of misquotes but between the fire and the decending cold they did not have much staying power.


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