Truly, the first In-City paddling experience I've had. The river here is banked by sandy beaches and sheer rock cliffs. By the time we got to Lock and Dam #1, it was closed for the evening. A couple drunk river paddlers were also expecting to lock through, and were vociferously upset when they realized they wouldn’t be able to make it through. Nick and I paddled upstream to a campsite I had scouted as we paddled down. Someone had put a long rock on its end, bolstered it with two heavy large rocks at its base, and balanced 2 large flat rocks on top, so it was like a small countertop. A perfect place to use my new stove for the first time! I cut up the onion that I’d had in my bag this past month, and in so doing, sliced my thumb. Doh. Nick finished cutting the onion, and we enjoyed a hot meal of black bean pasta with spaghetti sauce, parmesan, onions and fresh green beans from Brad’s garden. A veritable feast! As we were cooking the drunkards showed up, cursing and angry at one another, but luckily, they were able to find a pathway through our camp, and dragged their boats up the hillside, and out of our vicinity. So, there was no storm, but I did my best to provide Nick with adventure by having to paddle upstream to camp, deal with drunks, and bandage my thumb on the first evening.