August 6, 2013
In the morning we launch ourselves in the river and paddle out through the mouth in the surf while Carl waves goodbye. There’s heavy skies and thick fog. The fog teases us to paddle closer to shore to maintain our heading, but the breaking waves near shore send us out farther into the lake. Finally the fog clears. The wind is coming out of the east, an unusual direction, so some of the points and capes Bruce is worried about aren’t as bad as he’d feared. We make it to Indian Beach and our pickup. The Indian Village is getting ready for a Powwow and some of the gals are dressed up in their dance dresses. Kids are swimming in the lake and it’s raining again.