Sunday, April 28, 1996: Steve and Rob (the key culprit) canoed with us today as we headed to Cascade. After Half-Breed Rapids we were suddenly out of the mountains we had just spent the last 2 weeks in and just as sudden the current ended. Steve & Rob got a taste of what paddling is all about on the last 7 miles. Roland and myself had already reached Cascade, walked into town, ate dinner and were getting back into our boats when up they floated. We said our good-byes and continued an additional 3 miles to what we refer to as Our own private island when the wind finally quit, we had a beautiful evening. Roland had an opportunity to make the fishing score 3 to 1 but his line broke just as he got the fish to shore. This made the second lure of mine he has lost, he says "They weren't lost, they were stolen!" Thief Fish. (rt)
Monday, April 29, 1996: Paddle, Paddle, Paddle all day with the wind almost always in our faces. In this region the river is so slow and winding that it takes forever to get anywhere. Late in the day we finally reached Ulm, walked to the Village Inn, and indulged in the most succulent Prime Rib. Julie showed up so I went into town to leave the two of them alone.
Tuesday, April 30, 1996: We got up before 7 in the morning and paddled non-stop all day. This day, to date is the furthest we traveled in one day. After finally rounding the big bend, houses started popping up on the river banks. At 3:30 in the afternoon we hit the city limits of Great Falls just as the wind began to howl. We took out and stood on home turf. We have received reports of funky things happening on the Web-Site so intend to take the next few days off to fix them and restore any supplies we have depleted. See Ya on the other side of the Falls!!!