Bringing it home

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It was tough bringing it home; another outstanding weekend on the Wisconsin River. This outing had drama, intrigue and adventure. Cocktails and Dreams at Aurthur's on Friday, high winds on Saturday (tough tough paddle into a steady 25) and the most pleasant April day paddle I've been on, Sunday. Not to mention that the five that dared were a pleasure to paddle with. "Koa " and Patrick's dog "Patch" were along too.
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A visit to a Ho Chunk Indian effigy and burial site on river's edge made this trip epic. We had Patrick " the encyclopedia" Cannon with us, which is always "educational " entertaining. For those of you that have paddled with Patrick, he's a hoot. His story telling is the tops.
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Wildlife abound, deer, beaver, eagles and turtles on every log and stump sunning themselves. We saw only one kayaker, looked to be on a day trip. A few angler's doing their thing, but virtually the river to ourselves.
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Dennis and Sandy put in on Friday up at Arena, Patrick, Gary and myself put it on Saturday morning at Peck's Landing. We had no real plan, but with the winds blasting on Saturday we set our sites on a pullout at Muscuda.
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The water was remarkably warm for a spring paddle. I wouldn't call it swimmable, but no real need for Choka's or booties. The evening's got into the low 30's. Frost on the boats and rain flys. We cut a lot of wood and had a raging fire. What is it about a campfire on river's edge that is so inviting?
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As usual the trip seemed too short. Left us all wanting more. As we drove over the Muscuda bridge looking down river, there was a silence that spoke to us " Back to the river, back to the river". Then the Blackberry sang out. "It's over babe e back to the world"