May 24, 2005 9something(pm) Tuesday
Day 10! May 23 was so long that I counted it as two days and I though that we were way behind schedule. We are not.
The photo thing was a mess. I walked over 30 blocks (Grand Rapids is not that big) to get the photo CD of pictures to preserve our precious memories. Yetch!
Super duper long portage 1200 yards.
17 miles paddled from 5pm-9pm!!!!
There is a Barred Owl calling, John is down the hill by the shore trying to call back. It is very amusing.
May 23, 2005 much later Monday Grand Rapids, MN
We went to the store to do some resupply of snacks and found that Twizzlers have become a staple snack. It all started with a one-pound bag added to our gear by my mother, and now we just seem to want to have them on hand.
To introduce this I have to say that my mother hitchhiked to a Black Sabbath concert when she was in college.
I put my thumb in the air to get to the grocery store in Grand Rapids. I am whole and managed to not get hacked to little pieces, something I feared greatly.
Actually the family that picked us up was very nice and I really appreciated their hospitality and kindness shared.
***This in no means condones hitchhiking, and I still don’t like the idea of thumbing it. ***
My fears of people stem from being a girl and being taught for years that I am a target for violence. I don’t like the fear that is instilled in women, but I cannot help but harbor those fears at times. This point makes some things very different for me on this trip. John is all to quick to tell people that he is paddling the river, where I am more reluctant. I do not want to loose some of that anonymity that keeps me from being a target. But this whole discussion just does not play out very well in journal form, but there is definitely a different dynamic in how we approach the outside world while on this trip.
Oh yeah. I stood in the coffee bean dispensing/grinding area of the grocery store and inhaled the heavenly smell of coffee. It was a lovely experience.