I have decided to heed the counsel of those most familiar with this river, and not proceed until it is below flood stage.  As this is expected to take at least 10 days, I will fly home to Los Angeles … Continue reading →

The weather fairer today—just as hot and muggy, but with clouds and a small breeze to cool me.  Passed dramatic bluffs to the east, in the area of Alton.  Approached the massive confluence of the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers, with … Continue reading →

Was awakened after three hours of sleep, around 2 am, and compelled to move my tent to slightly higher ground.  No rain fallen, but it obviously had some effect upstream of me.  As soon as it was light enough, around … Continue reading →

Made a leisurely morning exploration of Hannibal.  I am in the midst of reading Twain’s “Life on the Mississippi” and am able to glimpse some comparisons between his time and mine.  I contemplated the wharf area, long stretches of the … Continue reading →

Engaged with the local inhabitants of Alexandria last night in a Euchre tournament, held in a smoke-filled ramshackle purple tavern right on the water.  I did not perform well. This establishment, though 8 to 10 feet off the ground, was … Continue reading →

A very late start today–finishing the repair to my fins, doing laundry, and visiting the historic Ft. Madison.  A very early establishment, perhaps the first on the upper Mississippi, after the Louisiana Purchase.  Its aim was to make a safe … Continue reading →

Made way early, shortly at 6 am, as I was informed that foul weather lay in store for the latter part of the day.  The heavy rains, 2 to 3 times the monthly average at this point, have swollen the … Continue reading →

Arose early and made 10 miles before the heat of the day struck.  It was still, clear, and hot and I want for the memory of the last day I was free of rain! What a treat! I find that … Continue reading →

Ah what a relief to be back on the water making progress downstream!  My parts arrived, delivered overnight to a confectionary in the village of East Davenport; owned by four generations of Italians; they graciously agreed to let me give … Continue reading →

Remained in camp at Fisherman’s Corner, doing battle with my desire to make further progress down the river.  Having just spent Friday in repose, I do not feel the particular desire to repeat.  But I am still ahead of schedule, … Continue reading →