It was another beautiful day on the river. It feels so solitary and remote on the Embarras and just perfect that you almost expect a mechanical hippo to rise up out of the water just to tell you it’s not real.
We had another catfish today – 4 or 5 pounder – but it wasn’t enough to raise Roger’s spirits as he ran out of cigarettes today and since we have no river map or speedo, time and space go undetermined.
We saw several bald eagles today, deer and beaver, but the highlight that sticks out is the big river bird that took a huge shit as we passed by. On that note, Roger says, “Good night.”