Martha and Meghan and I got together to paddle this morning. Meghan couldn't paddle long because of an 11 o'clock meeting, but Martha and I paddled all the way up to the mouth of the Wolf River and back.
When we reached the Wolf we saw four people paddling down the Mississippi. We went over to say hi, and learned that they had put their two canoes on Lake Itasca (the headwaters of the Mississippi) eight weeks ago and were on their way to the Gulf of Mexico. I would guess a dozen or so people make this epic trip each year (it's the canoeing equivalent of hiking the Appalachian Trail), and it's always fun to run into a "through-paddler" while I'm out on the river.
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