Two things that weren’t as we expected: the food and the weather. They actually play right into each other too. Back when I was planning this trip I thought the weather would be just miserable. I didn’t think it would be snowing or anything, I just thought it would be cold, eternally shady, and we’d be wet for hours. With this in mind I talked the guys into having the rafting company help us plan a menu and pack our food for us so that we could at least be able to find comfort in eating well. That might sound lazy or stupid, but it was the best thing in hindsight. Think about it, when was the last time you planned and rationed food for 4 people for 16 days with no electricity to keep things from going bad? Probably never, and the same goes for me. These people at the rental house are so damn good at this they basically enable you too eat almost like home, or better, and have ice in your coolers for the whole trip. They might be the most systematic packers I’ve ever seen and that makes the trip so much easier for us and lets us focus on what matters, making fun of each other and listening to Neil Young on our Walmart speakers. So the weather, it wasn’t that bad. It was actually pretty nice. I mean yes, it was damn cold in the morning, but since we weren’t in any rush, we could move slow, have coffee, and just take our time. Each morning you had the luxury of watching the sun creep down the far wall and slowly make it’s way to your camp.
Cooking breakfast, doing the dishes, breaking down camp, and packing the boats takes a long time. Once we were all rigged up, we’d get the map out, make sure we knew what was ahead and dress accordingly. Dry suit? Should i just wear rain pants and a rain jacket or regular clothes? The cameras went in accessible but dry places places, we’d untie the boats, and then it was time to row. One person dj’s, one person rows, here we go, another day in the life.