Passing through St. Paul, I was clearly in a whole new realm of watercraft. Large barges motored up and down river casting a wake that made my eyes bulge. By the time it reached me I realized it wasn't so bad if one kept away. The rip-rap and metal walls along the bank made for strange return waves, echoes of the first. Sometimes, these would meet a new wake and cause areas of what I call confused water. It can be interesting when waves hit either side of a canoe at once. Despite being in the cities, I spotted wildlife including this bald eagle that was jut north of town.
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Mike Saunders
Following multiple cross-contitnetal journeys on two wheels, in June 2016 I will attempt to paddle the length of the Mississippi River from it's headwaters to the Gulf. Archives |