Float Report, Sat., 11/24
- Another great paddling day on the Lumber River. Arrived at Turnpike
put-in to find Omer, Frank, Mitch and Mitch's neighbor, Mike, already
there. Chuck Miller and Dan Hamilton showed up soon after, and we
got an early start. The redneck hunters who like to think of
themselves as sportsmen left us several rotting deer carcasses on the
banks of the put-in and a dead raccoon a little ways downstream. I
guess the ignoramuses don't know how to field dress a deer; they just
like to shoot 'em. Aside from the wonton display of butchery, the
rest of the run was great.
Although the level of the river was below average, we only had one
short portage and several easy bump-overs. At mile five, where the
river splits around a long island, Frank, Mia and I went left while
the others took the shorter, straighter right route. Thanks to the
noise the guys on the right made, a herd of whitetails broke out of
the woods on the island and swam across the river in front of the
three of us on the left side -- quite a sight. We also saw a pair of
Yellowbellied Woodpeckers and a Pileated Woodpecker along with the
usual duck sightings.
We stopped for lunch on a bend about a half mile from Chalk Banks (if
we'd known we were that close we'd have continued to the park for
lunch). I set up my trusty little propane grill and cooked us all
hot dogs with mustard and relish and Katie Dupin's maccaroons for
dessert (I know this isn't up to Don Meece's and Wayne Charles's
standards, but they sure tasted good anyway; and yes, Wayne, I
remembered to bring a lighter this time).
When we got to the park, we found Marshall waiting for us. He missed
us at the put-in and came down to Chalk Banks to wait. He joined us
for the two mile run to the take-out at Hwy 401 in Wagram. We were
on the rive at 10:35am and off at 2:40pm.