Arrived in Dover today after paddling across a lake for much of the day in the rain. Singing fur trade songs, we've discovered, not only makes us happier as we paddle, but actually lets us move significantly faster. Since last post, we've had a day of wandering through Thompson Falls where we met an awesome gentleman named Al with a thousand stories, and Raymond, who builds wooden furniture for his children's rooms. this stuff is impressive. I've never seen a a bunk bed so huge and gnarled. the country has changed over, giving way to mostly rolling hills with the occasional snow-capped peak in the background. We've passed Kootenai house to Kalispel house!
In related news, tonight a talk was given by the inimitable Jack Nesbit about Thompson's travels in the area. Despite being pretty beat from the rapidfire pace needed to make up the kilometre head start half the brigade had, I was able to absorb a lot from the talk. I really hope he didn't notice me nodding. It wasn't from a lack of interest! I just sort of fade for a bit after intense physical activity while wearing wool! Anyone can vouch for me.
And for those interested, my pact to sleep exclusively outside remains unbroken. Sleeping under the trailer was a cramped, dirty, and damp experience I won't repeat, particularly since the ground is now already wet. From now on it's canvas-wrap or leanto all the way.
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