Day 85 Mississippi River
After a late night star gazing and enjoying the warmth of a fire I decided to take a slow morning. I slept in, did a bit of writing and enjoyed the sun rising over Mississippi.
Once wrapped up with my morning routine I pushed off from my sandbar and began the pilgrimage south. It was a warm day, in the upper 60s, however, after a short stint of morning sun a flat layer of clouds blanketed the sky, leaving our nearest star out of sight. A soft headwind met me for much of the day. Like the morning, I took the day slow, pausing every once in a while to take in the sounds and scenery of the south.
As evening approached I found camp on a small sandy bank butted up to a forest on the rivers eastern edge. A flock of geese spooked as I coasted in. I was close enough to hear the sound of their wings flapping and the air moving around them. Walking to set up camp I noticed several prints in the sand. Deer hoofs imprinted from the forest to the waters edge. Large bird tracks, likely a heron, stomped about.
I set up my hammock between two trees, tossed a tarp over the top and staked down the four corners of my hanging shelter. Despite the ample firewood surrounding me in the forest I choose to forgo a fire tonight. Too tired. A quick meal on the camping stove would do.
After dinner I did a bit of reading, then climbed in the hammock and called it a night. Another solid day on the Might Miss.