I got a ride from Little Falls with John of Shirley Mae's Outfitters to the base of the Blanchard Dam portage, because I had heard of someone getting their backpack stolen there, and also because it was an epically long portage involving stairs and crossing railroad tracks, and walking past fields. I skipped 9 miles in total, but I've paddled at least that while I've been lost in various places along the way, so I'm not worried about not mileage, haha. At the put-in, a young man named Daniel was making a boat, which he named the S.S. Timothy and sent with me to take a journey!
No deer seen. No trash today either, just big shells that looked like trash because they shimmer in the sunlight the way plastic does. I did see 6 yellow labs, 2 black labs, a collie and a Boston terrier. It's the weekend, so there's lots of traffic. At one point, I dozed off on my kayak. Napping, I was woken up by Tony and Sherri Sykora who offered help in any way they could. I was embarrassed to be caught napping, but also grateful for the offer! Didn’t need anything, and passed their place shortly thereafter. Later, a few miles from the spot where I had planned to stealth camp near Sartell, a couple on a pontoon boat pulled up and asked what I was doing, where I was headed. They offered their backyard to camp in, and gave a description of their place, so when I saw it a few miles down the river, I pulled over. Mary and Jim Michaud twisted my arm and got me to stay inside and take a shower and enjoy a meal and a real bed. Their house reminded me of my dad's place and their backyard reminded me of my mom's backyard. Over crackers and cheese and a veggie burger, we enjoyed great conversation; they were really my kinds of people.