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We hit the Saint Franny on a whim while on our way east for a spur of the moment paddling trip to NC.....All I remember about the Saint is driving until 3 am....."sleeping" in a crowded pick-up cab w/ 2 other guys and a shit-ton of gear, "waking-up" (pretty sure I never slept).....to the sound of an 18 wheeler passing inches away from us as we were forced to a roadside pull-out a couple hours earlier due to fog......we then awoke to 28-degree rainy/slushy/snowy whether......paddled the St. at high water, hit a long sliding continuous drop coming in from a trib (Mud Creek I think?) which was wwaayyy below being a reasonably boatable level but it was fun anyway......Then after a super fun (yet super cold) day on the river, we were pleasantly surprised at the take-out by this big burly paddler of a guy who's wife was baking us fresh piping hott pizza in their big ol' camper......Then it was on to NC....but we'll save that part of the story for another day kidz, the boss is wanting me to "work".....son-of-a-bitch.......
yay midwest boating.......er.......can't say as I miss it all that much....but there were a lot of good-times!
cheers,
Zach
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