I woke up with that same tickle in my throat, but was determined to make some distance since I had rested and only paddled 4 miles in the past 2 days. The going was slow because the wind was against me. The sky was overcast, and I couldn’t get my phone to charge. I listened to the radio, and severe thunderstorms and possible hail were forecast for my area. So when it started to sprinkle, I opted to pull over at the first reasonable beach to camp and wait out the weather. I was bleary headed and dizzy. I set up my tent, and fell asleep. It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized I actually was sick. The rest of the day and night, I just slept and woke up, made some miso soup, slept, woke up to crazy thunder storms, slept, bleh.
Day 41: Under the literal weather
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Alyssum Pohl is paddling the Mississippi River and documenting water quality and plastic waste along the way.