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A big mistake....
Headed off down Wesa to fine weather. At far east end of the lake there is a large beaver dam. And it's higher than water level...grass growing on it, no visible water trickling through. Only inches of non-moving water on the downstream side. If you check your maps or Google Earth, it's about another 1.5 mi to the Namakan from here. Although I knew water was low, I didn't stop to consider the implications. My McKenzie's and Google maps both show plenty of water. I lie to myself and decide that with each stroke closer to the river, I'll find deeper and deeper water.
Off I head, paddling muck and mud...only half floating. I stubbornly spend the next two hours scooting, shoveling my way about 1/2 mile out into the drying swamp. I finally can go no more. Figure I'm still about 3/4 mi from the Namakan, and at least 1/4 mi from any resemblance of shoreline. Mud wells up around my craft like wet cement. Cell phone shows no signal.
Problem. It's 1 PM, hot, I'm completely out of drinking water (foolishly told myself I only need 1 bottle as I'd soon be at the Namakan). After about 10 minutes of pondering, I really only have 1 choice. I have no expectation of seeing someone, I'm out of water, no one will be looking for me for another 6 days. I have to get partially out or out of boat. I can't touch bottom with the paddle. So getting completly out is a no go. I try laying on the gunwale, 1 leg up to high thigh in mud, 1 leg/knee in boat next to seat. I find I can kick my leg hard through muck and move the boat 2-3 feet/kick.
I decide to aim for the closest shoreline...5 ft reeds about 1/4 mi away. Can only hope the ground is more stable there with the lower water. I'm just kicking myself for the summation of stupid deccisions I've made so far.I lost a hold on the boat for a second, my other leg was almost over the gunwale and I was sinking fast in muck....lurching, I regained the canoe by my fingertips and managed to keep my ankle inside. It took about another minute to get my legs back out of the muck and stop myself from sinking further. I truely thought that was the end!
Well after about another 1-2 hours I reached the shore, gear, me, boat all coated n thick cement like mud/gravy. I had to get some calories, Choked on cookies..I was too dry, Couldn't swallow, ripped open several containers of applesauce, and opened up pancake syrup and drank from bottle. After about 30 minutes I could stand and my current triple vision had returned to normal again.
Spent the next 3 hours triple tripping along the N shore down to the river. The creek was bone dry the closer I got to the Namakan. I walked the muck along the N shore of creek. Drank myself silly and ate some sandwich's. Setup tent on beach in some muck as I was too tired and dark descending. I was really quite shaken and decided the trip was too much for this aging, tubby guy. In the AM, I'd probably paddle upstream to the village and hike back to my rig on Wesa. I went to bed with a massive headache, and still hadn't urinated for hours.....I truley felt like a "wannabe" in a country that doesn't give a rip and plays for keeps.
...later
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