Crow's Wing

Crow's Wing state park. We pulled in at dusk, tied off at their dock, completely ignored signs saying No Camping near the landing, hiked to and used their sweet hot showers, passed out dead (right behind the No Camping signs) after a killer day of headwinds and (my) dissappontment with the local paper, rose this morning and got out before any ranger or camp host bothered us.

Capt Frank and I are gettin on better, recalling that which we admired and or had in common with one another on the AT vs. bickering. Which is more than good. All energies must go to battling the headwinds ahead. With any luck and a good deal more current, we'll be in Minneapolis by Wednesday. - RSM
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