Another glorious sunny day, which is much more acceptable now that we’ve restocked on sunscreen.
The Fish punted us right out into the middle of the St John’s current and we cruised along comfortably. The paddling was uneventful save for the vast stretches where the water had been ten or twelve feet higher and left a thick layer of silt behind on everything it’d touched… in addition to full trees and the occasional roof.
We hit Madawaska about lunchtime and pulled over to eat at a small park. A quick jaunt up the railroad tracks and we picked up a couple of Lime-A-Ritas, which made for a VERY enjoyable float the rest of the afternoon.
The end goal had been a place called Thibodeaux Island, but the flooding had rendered it a swampy mudpit so we stopped nearby where a short and steep climb up a bank led to a lovely spot in a patch of reforested pines. We had chili mac, had a cold beer or two, watched the sun set through the trees, and got to spend a quiet night sleeping like the dead on a bed of pine needles.
Except, you know, for the adjacent highway. And train tracks. Aahhhh, nature.