We had gone through a couple locks at night before, but the turbulence after this lock was intense and rather scary. Out of nowhere, a standing wave caused by who-knows-what under the water sucked me into it and it broke over me—the closest I had come to being knocked over so far. Leanne was able to miss the worst of the turbulence. We were both surprised by it and glad that we were traveling together at this point. The water was perfectly calm after that initial turbulence, but I was cold and wet for the rest of the evening. We made our goal of 42 miles and found a dock on the map at 45 miles. When we arrived at the dock, we realized it was a barge dock, not a boat dock. There were no lights, and as we shined our headlamps into the dark, we laughed at how creepy it seemed: fog steaming up from the dark water, eyes reflecting back at us from the trees and the muddy riverbanks (frogs, raccoons, opossums), the looming shadow of a crumbling factory with no lights… There was no place to land at the “dock” and so we found ourselves, at 2 in the morning, continuing on to the next landing, 5 miles downstream…which meant we would paddle 50 miles! We arrived 4:20am, meaning our day had been 23.6 hours long, with a 5.6 hr break in the afternoon/evening—or 18 hrs of paddling. But we did it—FIFTY MILES on the upper Mississippi River!