Mike's Backyard

Rolled into the general neighborhood of Crosby, MN last night a dead man paddling. Barely paddling by day's end. Felt like Hell. Pulled off onto some shitty patch of rocky "beach" at sundown, seeing no other option. Felt no lust to even set up tent.

Then Frank planted the seed of another miraculous night of hospitality. He paddled the canoe right across the river to Mike Seguin's house, who not only said yes to our camping in his yard but went out and bought us hamburgers, took us in to eat and share a few beers, told us his dream, and even pulled out the cognac. I eventually excused myself to go pass out in my tent as I was already passing out at the dinner table. It was divine intervention.

This morning Mike let me take a shower, made us coffee, and sent us off with home made venison & wild rice bratwursts. Amazing. Still sore as hell and praying for my shoulder, I might just make it another day. - RSM
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