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Sandy woke up and went for a morning dip... After a leisurely breakfast
of bagels and bacon, we
again paddled south. On a narrow penninsula, we got close to an eagle's nest, with the babies in
it. The babies looked like black chickens, with long, scrawny necks.
Stewart Rapids was a boulder garden, maybe more of a gravel garden. With the water levels so
low, there was no spot in the whole rapid that was deeper than a foot. Shane and I ran it with an
empty canoe. My plastic MadRiver bounced off every rock, all the way down! At the bottom of
the rapids, we stopped for lunch. While the girls sat down to a leisurely gourment lunch, the boys
bolted down their food and started fishing. Moments after taking this picture, Keith went over to
help Shane get the walleye of his hook, overturned his canoe and went swimming!
We ran a few more rapids, and set up camp on a large exposed rock.
On to the next day
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