The friends, family, and followers who supported us throughout our trip certainly motivated us until the end. As Jake said, there were times when moving on seemed impossible, but we thought about the followers at home to push on. This venture proved to us that there are still many decent people in this world that are willing to give, share, and motivate. It is amazing how many people donated to the cause in these economically harsh times. We are happy to be home and hope that everyone who is interested in the trip can make it to the open house on August 21st. It is hard to show our appreciation with words, but this trip wouldn't have happened without all of our supporters. Again, thank you to all of our friends, family, and organizations who cheered us on until the end.
Aaron
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Thank You
I cannot begin to explain the uplifting effect everyone’s following of our journey had on us. The support was so motivating, I am almost certain the trip would have been unbearable, if not impossible, had we not known everyone was cheering for us at home. There were times when we didn’t know what to think, didn’t know why we should push on, other than that there was no way we could let a few hundred diligent followers down.
At one point, the dreaded two week mark, it had been raining for a few days and we hadn’t seen the sun in six. We were soaked, even under our raingear, and beginning to get very sore and extremely uncomfortable. We were lucky enough to find a campground across the river from Redwing, Minnesota. First of all, this place had showers! Even better, we found friends. Jim, Jim, Sandy, and Linda were camped in the site next to us. Being in a campground that catered to the weekend camper-trailer type, we stuck out like sore thumbs. We quickly explained to our new neighbors where we had come from, what we were doing, and gave them a card. Within five minutes, we were looking over Jim’s shoulder at the blog, absolutely astounded by the posts, comments, and followers. We were also quickly showered with food, everything from chips and salsa, to cheese, to chocolates. We were in hog heaven, and our spirits couldn’t have been lifted higher that evening. We woke to a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hash-browns (I’m sure everyone has seen the picture). Paddling away with a perfect send-off, we quickly crossed Lake Pepin and continued our journey, as if the emotional low a few days prior hadn’t occurred.
We found this boost throughout the journey, in Dubuque, Galena, Canton, Wickliffe, and New Orleans, hearing all the time that more and more people were following. The support was motivation through the difficult times, constant reinforcements for our psyche. Thanks to everyone at home and across the country, we never lost the feeling that we were doing something great. My appreciation for the posts, comments, messages, and donations really cannot be put to words. Without the resounding support of everyone that has heard of our cause, the entire journey would have been unfathomable. Thank you, so very much, for making such a wild dream of an adventure possible and successful.
Jake
At one point, the dreaded two week mark, it had been raining for a few days and we hadn’t seen the sun in six. We were soaked, even under our raingear, and beginning to get very sore and extremely uncomfortable. We were lucky enough to find a campground across the river from Redwing, Minnesota. First of all, this place had showers! Even better, we found friends. Jim, Jim, Sandy, and Linda were camped in the site next to us. Being in a campground that catered to the weekend camper-trailer type, we stuck out like sore thumbs. We quickly explained to our new neighbors where we had come from, what we were doing, and gave them a card. Within five minutes, we were looking over Jim’s shoulder at the blog, absolutely astounded by the posts, comments, and followers. We were also quickly showered with food, everything from chips and salsa, to cheese, to chocolates. We were in hog heaven, and our spirits couldn’t have been lifted higher that evening. We woke to a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hash-browns (I’m sure everyone has seen the picture). Paddling away with a perfect send-off, we quickly crossed Lake Pepin and continued our journey, as if the emotional low a few days prior hadn’t occurred.
We found this boost throughout the journey, in Dubuque, Galena, Canton, Wickliffe, and New Orleans, hearing all the time that more and more people were following. The support was motivation through the difficult times, constant reinforcements for our psyche. Thanks to everyone at home and across the country, we never lost the feeling that we were doing something great. My appreciation for the posts, comments, messages, and donations really cannot be put to words. Without the resounding support of everyone that has heard of our cause, the entire journey would have been unfathomable. Thank you, so very much, for making such a wild dream of an adventure possible and successful.
Jake
Thursday, July 22, 2010
A Father's Perspective
We are looking forward to the Open House/Celebration on August 21st. Again, everyone and anyone is welcome to attend. We may extend the time frame that Aaron and Jake will speak to the crowd ... stay tuned.
As we made the 15 hour drive home yesterday I had time to reflect on the last 50 some days. My original intent was to update the map and post a short blog about the trip once a week. This changed when I got Aaron and Jake's first text on May 29 that said, "Made 25 miles, camping at Stumphges Rapids." I knew Aaron said they were hoping to go 15 miles the first day but he wasn't sure if they could make it that far. I looked at the Minnesota maps to see where Stumphges Rapids were and read about that section of the river. I felt this needed to be shared with everyone. It was apparent that this was not going to be a leisure stroll down the river. The feedback I got from friends and family was overwhelming so I decided to post everyday.
The past few days have been very stressful and emotional for me as a parent. I was well aware of just how difficult the last section of the river was. On Saturday, my wife Carol and I drove over 200 miles on a reconnaissance mission to find a place to pick them up on the river so they could get a night's rest in a hotel for the final push to the Gulf. Actually I had to convince both Aaron and Jake that they would benefit from a good meal, shower and bed, neither wanted to stop. This section of the river is all industrial, it is also under the control of the New Orleans Port Authority. This means 90% of the shoreline is not accessible because of fencing and guard stations. After we spoke to a Port Authority security guard and after a visit to the 2nd ward Police station, we found a park on the water's edge at mile marker 101. I had spoken to Aaron earlier in the day and told him we could get them at the "steps" in downtown New Orleans which is mile 94. Aaron said they were not making good time, it was very hot, the ship traffic was non stop and the current was slowing down. "I don't think we can make mile 94 Dad", said Aaron. The park at 101 would be perfect. We drove to the park and tried to call Aaron to tell them where to stop, but there was no answer. As I called I could see this little canoe on the opposite side of the river from the park! Carol and I yelled and waved trying to get their attention. This had no affect because the river is wide and the guys were focused on each stroke of the paddle as ocean going ships and huge barges passed them by. Even if they did see us there was no way for them to cross the river at that point without being run over. Helplessly watching them plod along filled me with every emotion imaginable. I was so relieved to see them, I was so proud that I teared up, I was so mad that they couldn't see me, I was so scared for their safety, I was so concerned that they now would have another 7 miles to paddle and it was already close to 6:00 p.m. We drove the seven miles through crowded streets to the "steps" and waited anxiously. If they didn't see us at the steps there would not be another spot to pick them up for the next 50 miles. Luckily I got a hold of Jake on the phone and explained that the city of New Orleans was going to be on their port side "O.K. I better hang up then because we have a small window to cross the river right now", said Jake. The rest of this story was explained on the post titled "Who Dat?"
Two days later I was in Venice, Louisiana once again trying to find a place to get Aaron and Jake. As we drove to the end of any roads we were confronted with a "military type war zone". Because of the BP oil leak this entire area was now under BP/government control. I went to one of the two marinas in Venice and walked around with my canoe for the cure shirt on hoping to find a boat to pick Aaron and Jake up. You see, mile 0 is 12 miles beyond Venice. I spoke to a man that was obviously a local fishing guide. He said, BP has every single boat under contract. "I would like to help ya but I can't, BP has everyone of us contracted 24/7". The marina was filled with 100s of people walking around in Coast Guard uniforms, there was not a smile on any one's face. The whole scene really was eerie. Finally we spoke to a police officer who told us there is not a chance of us getting a boat. He also said "You better let them know that if they go to mile 0 there will be no rides back and they will have to paddle upstream to get back to Venice." A few minutes later I drove up on the levee (illegally) and saw Aaron and Jake paddling down the river. I snapped a few shots as the Coast Guard gave Aaron and Jake the same information I learned from the police. 1/2 mile later I drove to an old boat ramp where Aaron and Jake's trip came to a quiet end.
There was no fanfare, no fireworks, no bands playing. Perhaps this is fitting, both Aaron and Jake are very humble and they never did this with the intent to gain recognition. Instead they did this for a cause. I handed Aaron a cheap bottle of champagne they purchased Saturday night in New Orleans. The trip was over.
Extreme pride and relief poured over me as I snapped over 100 photographs of the finish.
Aaron's dad's last post.
As we made the 15 hour drive home yesterday I had time to reflect on the last 50 some days. My original intent was to update the map and post a short blog about the trip once a week. This changed when I got Aaron and Jake's first text on May 29 that said, "Made 25 miles, camping at Stumphges Rapids." I knew Aaron said they were hoping to go 15 miles the first day but he wasn't sure if they could make it that far. I looked at the Minnesota maps to see where Stumphges Rapids were and read about that section of the river. I felt this needed to be shared with everyone. It was apparent that this was not going to be a leisure stroll down the river. The feedback I got from friends and family was overwhelming so I decided to post everyday.
The past few days have been very stressful and emotional for me as a parent. I was well aware of just how difficult the last section of the river was. On Saturday, my wife Carol and I drove over 200 miles on a reconnaissance mission to find a place to pick them up on the river so they could get a night's rest in a hotel for the final push to the Gulf. Actually I had to convince both Aaron and Jake that they would benefit from a good meal, shower and bed, neither wanted to stop. This section of the river is all industrial, it is also under the control of the New Orleans Port Authority. This means 90% of the shoreline is not accessible because of fencing and guard stations. After we spoke to a Port Authority security guard and after a visit to the 2nd ward Police station, we found a park on the water's edge at mile marker 101. I had spoken to Aaron earlier in the day and told him we could get them at the "steps" in downtown New Orleans which is mile 94. Aaron said they were not making good time, it was very hot, the ship traffic was non stop and the current was slowing down. "I don't think we can make mile 94 Dad", said Aaron. The park at 101 would be perfect. We drove to the park and tried to call Aaron to tell them where to stop, but there was no answer. As I called I could see this little canoe on the opposite side of the river from the park! Carol and I yelled and waved trying to get their attention. This had no affect because the river is wide and the guys were focused on each stroke of the paddle as ocean going ships and huge barges passed them by. Even if they did see us there was no way for them to cross the river at that point without being run over. Helplessly watching them plod along filled me with every emotion imaginable. I was so relieved to see them, I was so proud that I teared up, I was so mad that they couldn't see me, I was so scared for their safety, I was so concerned that they now would have another 7 miles to paddle and it was already close to 6:00 p.m. We drove the seven miles through crowded streets to the "steps" and waited anxiously. If they didn't see us at the steps there would not be another spot to pick them up for the next 50 miles. Luckily I got a hold of Jake on the phone and explained that the city of New Orleans was going to be on their port side "O.K. I better hang up then because we have a small window to cross the river right now", said Jake. The rest of this story was explained on the post titled "Who Dat?"
Two days later I was in Venice, Louisiana once again trying to find a place to get Aaron and Jake. As we drove to the end of any roads we were confronted with a "military type war zone". Because of the BP oil leak this entire area was now under BP/government control. I went to one of the two marinas in Venice and walked around with my canoe for the cure shirt on hoping to find a boat to pick Aaron and Jake up. You see, mile 0 is 12 miles beyond Venice. I spoke to a man that was obviously a local fishing guide. He said, BP has every single boat under contract. "I would like to help ya but I can't, BP has everyone of us contracted 24/7". The marina was filled with 100s of people walking around in Coast Guard uniforms, there was not a smile on any one's face. The whole scene really was eerie. Finally we spoke to a police officer who told us there is not a chance of us getting a boat. He also said "You better let them know that if they go to mile 0 there will be no rides back and they will have to paddle upstream to get back to Venice." A few minutes later I drove up on the levee (illegally) and saw Aaron and Jake paddling down the river. I snapped a few shots as the Coast Guard gave Aaron and Jake the same information I learned from the police. 1/2 mile later I drove to an old boat ramp where Aaron and Jake's trip came to a quiet end.
There was no fanfare, no fireworks, no bands playing. Perhaps this is fitting, both Aaron and Jake are very humble and they never did this with the intent to gain recognition. Instead they did this for a cause. I handed Aaron a cheap bottle of champagne they purchased Saturday night in New Orleans. The trip was over.
Extreme pride and relief poured over me as I snapped over 100 photographs of the finish.
Aaron's dad's last post.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Trip Statistics and New Pictures
2239=total miles paddled
48=days paddled
52=total days including days off
46.6=Average miles paddled per day
10=states
35=pounds lost for both Aaron and Jake
The final set of pictures has been uploaded. Click the slideshow above to see them.
48=days paddled
52=total days including days off
46.6=Average miles paddled per day
10=states
35=pounds lost for both Aaron and Jake
The final set of pictures has been uploaded. Click the slideshow above to see them.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Done!
Keep checking the blog for more posts and new pictures.
Posted by Aaron's dad
Game Face
Sunday morning I took Aaron and Jake to the International House of Pancakes for a send off breakfast prior to their last two days on the river. The night before the guys got some of the local flavor of New Orleans as they ate po boy sandwiches and crayfish e’touffee. Carol and I were treated to many stories about Aaron and Jake’s trip. They were bright eyed as they told each story with enthusiasm. It seemed one story would stimulate the memory of another story. It was like watching a tennis match listening to the stories shared by both guys. We took a quick stroll down only one block of Bourbon Street when both Aaron and Jake said they should get to bed.
I saw a different demeanor on Aaron and Jake’s faces as we walked the two blocks to IHOP. The banter at breakfast was much different than the night before. It was obvious they both had their game faces tightly secured. As a former head coach of 10+ years I have seen this look often. Both men were completely focused on the remaining task at hand. They knew these last two days would be an extreme challenge as the current fades and ocean going ship traffic increases. They ate a sensible breakfast loaded the canoe and were off to finish the trip.
Posted by Aaron's dad
I saw a different demeanor on Aaron and Jake’s faces as we walked the two blocks to IHOP. The banter at breakfast was much different than the night before. It was obvious they both had their game faces tightly secured. As a former head coach of 10+ years I have seen this look often. Both men were completely focused on the remaining task at hand. They knew these last two days would be an extreme challenge as the current fades and ocean going ship traffic increases. They ate a sensible breakfast loaded the canoe and were off to finish the trip.
Posted by Aaron's dad
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Re-Energized for the Last Push
This trip will soon come to an end but the blog will continue for a few more weeks. Aaron and Jake will be posting some messeges in the next few weeks . They will also update the pictures in the next week or so.
Don't forget August 21st is the open house/celebration for Aaron and Jake. You can find a map to Glenwood Forest Preserve to the right of this post. Anyone is welcome to attend. Aaron and Jake will be speaking to the crowd from 4:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
"Who Dat?"
Who Dat?
Not far from Jackson Square is a riverwalk along the Mississippi River. On this river walk there are stairs that lead right to the river’s edge, so close that one could dangle their toes in the river. At 6:45 p.m. Carol and I sat on these stairs looking upstream for the better part on an hour. Finally, in the distance we picked up the movement of a small boat silhouetted against the New Orleans’ skyline. I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots. Over the next ½ hour I would snap more frequent shots and Carol and I would occasionally point or make a comment about the canoe which was inching its way closer. The other people around us started to take notice. 20 – 15 people in our adjacent vicinity started to slowly ask us questions. Each answer brought more questions, and the questions started to pick up in frequency as the little boat neared the stairs. “Who dat?, Where did they come from?, Where is Minnesota, isn’t that north somewhere?, Where do they sleep?, How they gonna paddle back? Didn’t I hear something about these guys on CNN?” By the time Aaron and Jake made it to the stairs the crowd grew to 30 or more. Some people had no clue what was going on “Is it legal to put a canoe on this river?” Some people were starting to grasp the enormity of the effort as Carol and I continued to answer questions “How many days has it taken them?” Some people simply sat there with tears in their eyes “I can’t believe they did this – my mom died of breast cancer last summer”. We helped unload the boat but the questions just increased. One overly inquisitive 5 year old latched on to Jake and fired question after question. Jake patiently answered every single question as he handed me gear from the boat. “Did you eat any alligators?, My uncle has a boat, do you know my uncle?, How many times did you tip over?, I got a fishing pole for my birthday, do you want to see it sometime?” After our entertaining of the crowd was over we got the guys a good meal, a shower and a good night’s rest.
Aaron and Jake paddled 52 miles to marker 94.
Leaving in 15 minutes to take Aaron and Jake to International House of Pancakes and then back in the river by 6:00a.m. for the final two days.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Not far from Jackson Square is a riverwalk along the Mississippi River. On this river walk there are stairs that lead right to the river’s edge, so close that one could dangle their toes in the river. At 6:45 p.m. Carol and I sat on these stairs looking upstream for the better part on an hour. Finally, in the distance we picked up the movement of a small boat silhouetted against the New Orleans’ skyline. I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots. Over the next ½ hour I would snap more frequent shots and Carol and I would occasionally point or make a comment about the canoe which was inching its way closer. The other people around us started to take notice. 20 – 15 people in our adjacent vicinity started to slowly ask us questions. Each answer brought more questions, and the questions started to pick up in frequency as the little boat neared the stairs. “Who dat?, Where did they come from?, Where is Minnesota, isn’t that north somewhere?, Where do they sleep?, How they gonna paddle back? Didn’t I hear something about these guys on CNN?” By the time Aaron and Jake made it to the stairs the crowd grew to 30 or more. Some people had no clue what was going on “Is it legal to put a canoe on this river?” Some people were starting to grasp the enormity of the effort as Carol and I continued to answer questions “How many days has it taken them?” Some people simply sat there with tears in their eyes “I can’t believe they did this – my mom died of breast cancer last summer”. We helped unload the boat but the questions just increased. One overly inquisitive 5 year old latched on to Jake and fired question after question. Jake patiently answered every single question as he handed me gear from the boat. “Did you eat any alligators?, My uncle has a boat, do you know my uncle?, How many times did you tip over?, I got a fishing pole for my birthday, do you want to see it sometime?” After our entertaining of the crowd was over we got the guys a good meal, a shower and a good night’s rest.
Aaron and Jake paddled 52 miles to marker 94.
Leaving in 15 minutes to take Aaron and Jake to International House of Pancakes and then back in the river by 6:00a.m. for the final two days.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Over 2000 Miles Paddled!
As you look at the map to the right you probably would think that Aaron and Jake only have a little ways to go and it is all downhill from here. You would be correct from a mileage standpoint. However this part of the expedition may in fact be the hardest of the entire trip for Aaron and Jake. The last section of the river has really taken a toll on the guys both physically and mentally. The physical strains are obvious, aching arms, backs and hands. Unrelenting sun, day in and day out has turned their skin to leather. Constant battles with bugs require thick applications of bug spray, which at best just minimizes the little critter’s pestering. A week and a half of 90+ degree temperatures has depleted the guy’s electrolyte balance even when they are drinking sometimes 3 gallons each per day. The mental toll is less obvious, however I can sense from the nightly texts and the occasional phone call that they are both beaten down. They have a tunnel vision to reach mile 0 as soon as possible. It is hard for them to think past the next paddle stroke at this point.
Aaron and Jake struggled to paddle 61 miles to mile marker 146. The current has slowed down so miles are getting harder.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Aaron and Jake struggled to paddle 61 miles to mile marker 146. The current has slowed down so miles are getting harder.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Friday, July 16, 2010
One Hour
Thursday Carol and I drove to Memphis, Tennessee. We averaged 65-70 miles per hour. During one of those hours the following happened: We saw the corn fields of northern Illinois slowly transform to the Mississippi Delta. We ate ham and swiss on rye, chips, string cheese and peanut M & M’s washed down with and ice cold Coca-cola. We listened to music for a while and then listened to a book on tape. I adjusted the air conditioning so we could be nice and cool inside as the temperature outside rose to 97. All of this happened during one 65 mile stretch of our drive.
Thursday Aaron and Jake paddled to mile marker 207. They travelled 63 miles. During the day the following happened: They saw the same scenery they have seen for the last 4-5 days. They ate some oatmeal (again), snacked on some Nature Valley snack bars and washed it down with 97 degree water. They listened to the music of the water as their paddles dipped repeatedly in an out of the river. They endured once again a sultry day as the temperature outside rose to 97+. All of this happened during one 63 mile stretch of the Mississippi River.
I wonder how Aaron and Jake will adjust during the car ride home. Will the miles start to become insignificant to them as they whiz by every hour? We will travel the distance home in about 15 hours of driving in a car. This same distance took Aaron and Jake over 30 days to paddle. 30 painful, sunburned, poison ivy infested, dehydrating and mind numbing days. What happens in one hour in the car is soon forgotten. What Aaron and Jake will have accomplished in a few days will not be forgotten.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Thursday Aaron and Jake paddled to mile marker 207. They travelled 63 miles. During the day the following happened: They saw the same scenery they have seen for the last 4-5 days. They ate some oatmeal (again), snacked on some Nature Valley snack bars and washed it down with 97 degree water. They listened to the music of the water as their paddles dipped repeatedly in an out of the river. They endured once again a sultry day as the temperature outside rose to 97+. All of this happened during one 63 mile stretch of the Mississippi River.
I wonder how Aaron and Jake will adjust during the car ride home. Will the miles start to become insignificant to them as they whiz by every hour? We will travel the distance home in about 15 hours of driving in a car. This same distance took Aaron and Jake over 30 days to paddle. 30 painful, sunburned, poison ivy infested, dehydrating and mind numbing days. What happens in one hour in the car is soon forgotten. What Aaron and Jake will have accomplished in a few days will not be forgotten.
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Melting Pot
Aaron and Jake paddled an incredible 75 miles Wednesday to mile marker 270. They did this by getting on the water early and never got out of the canoe all day. They "rested" in the mid-day heat by floating down the river. They are 40 miles north of Baton Rouge and some 175 miles north of New Orleans. Forecast for Thursday is 97 with isolated thunderstorms.
New Orleans – a True Melting Pot
New Orleans was originally founded by the French in 1718 but later ceded to the Spanish Empire in 1763. What we now refer to as Cajuns were actually French Canadian refugees who were banished from northeast Canada after the French and Indian War. In 1763 the Cajuns moved to Louisiana only to find out it was now under Spanish rule, the Cajuns were once again banished – this time to the swamps where they thrived. New Orleans was reverted back to French control in 1801. The architecture of the French Quarter comes from the Spanish period. Napoleon sold the territory to the United States in 1803 which opened the flood gates for French, German, Irish, African and Creole immigrants as New Orleans was one of the main entries into our country in addition to Ellis Island in New York. The Haitian Revolution of 1804 brought refugees from that island which added to the melting pot.
The cultural melting pot has resulted in a culinary melting pot that New Orleans is so well known for. Many of the dishes we enjoy today had a French, Spanish, Haitian or African beginning but use easily accessible local ingredients. Jambalaya for instance, is a spin off of the Spanish dish paella. Gumbo is based on the French dish bouillabaisse but uses the African plant okra to thicken the sauce. Beignet, straight from heaven, is a little fried dough pillow dusted with powdered sugar.
My wife Carol and I are going to arrive in New Orleans on Friday. This will give us a few days to test out this cuisine and make sure it is suitable for Aaron and Jake.
Posted by Aaron's dad
New Orleans – a True Melting Pot
New Orleans was originally founded by the French in 1718 but later ceded to the Spanish Empire in 1763. What we now refer to as Cajuns were actually French Canadian refugees who were banished from northeast Canada after the French and Indian War. In 1763 the Cajuns moved to Louisiana only to find out it was now under Spanish rule, the Cajuns were once again banished – this time to the swamps where they thrived. New Orleans was reverted back to French control in 1801. The architecture of the French Quarter comes from the Spanish period. Napoleon sold the territory to the United States in 1803 which opened the flood gates for French, German, Irish, African and Creole immigrants as New Orleans was one of the main entries into our country in addition to Ellis Island in New York. The Haitian Revolution of 1804 brought refugees from that island which added to the melting pot.
The cultural melting pot has resulted in a culinary melting pot that New Orleans is so well known for. Many of the dishes we enjoy today had a French, Spanish, Haitian or African beginning but use easily accessible local ingredients. Jambalaya for instance, is a spin off of the Spanish dish paella. Gumbo is based on the French dish bouillabaisse but uses the African plant okra to thicken the sauce. Beignet, straight from heaven, is a little fried dough pillow dusted with powdered sugar.
My wife Carol and I are going to arrive in New Orleans on Friday. This will give us a few days to test out this cuisine and make sure it is suitable for Aaron and Jake.
Posted by Aaron's dad
Mud Island River Walk
My wife Carol and I are heading south tomorrow to meet Aaron and Jake. We are going to stay over night in Memphis, Tennessee at Aaron's suggestion. He and Jake stopped in Memphis and stumbled on the Mud Island River Walk. Aaron said this is a must see. The Mud Island River Walk is an exact scale model of the Lower Mississippi River flowing from its confluence with the Ohio River at Cairo, Illinois 954 miles south to the Gulf of Mexico. The River Walk is one of the most unique representations of the Mississippi River in the world.
"The "1,000" mile journey concludes at the Gulf of Mexico, a one-acre enclosure that holds 1.3 million gallons of water. There, visitors can enjoy a leisurely pedal boat ride around the Gulf area with the Memphis skyline in the background".
Click this link to check it out:
http://www.mudisland.com/c-14-river-walk.aspx
Posted by Aaron's dad
"The "1,000" mile journey concludes at the Gulf of Mexico, a one-acre enclosure that holds 1.3 million gallons of water. There, visitors can enjoy a leisurely pedal boat ride around the Gulf area with the Memphis skyline in the background".
Click this link to check it out:
http://www.mudisland.com/c-14-river-walk.aspx
Posted by Aaron's dad
Brutal Day
"Brutal day. Strong head winds, waves, slow progress. Made 65 miles in 13 1/2 hours. Mile 345, 20 miles south of Natchez, Louisiana. Hot, 96. Aaron's phone died. Ready for mile 0."
This was the exact text I received at 8:03 p.m last night. Forecast for today - 103.
Week 6 Statistics
1858=total miles paddled
345=miles left to Gulf of Mexico
42=days and nights on the river
44.2=average miles paddled per day
9=states passed through
4=days to New Orleans
6=days to the Gulf
Posted by Aaron's dad
This was the exact text I received at 8:03 p.m last night. Forecast for today - 103.
Week 6 Statistics
1858=total miles paddled
345=miles left to Gulf of Mexico
42=days and nights on the river
44.2=average miles paddled per day
9=states passed through
4=days to New Orleans
6=days to the Gulf
Posted by Aaron's dad
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Seige of Vicksburg
On Monday Aaron and Jake traveled the least amount of miles since the 4th of July. They paddled 50 miles to mile marker 410 some 27 miles south of Vicksburg, Mississippi. They were faced with three obstacles that contributed to the "low" mileage. First, they woke up to strong winds. You would think if the wind is out of the west they could find protection on the west shoreline. This isn't always the case because the Mississippi Valley acts as a wind tunnel so it seems like wind is always in their face. The second obstacle was the oppressive heat which is starting to have a cumulative affect on Aaron and Jake's mind and body. The other obstacle Aaron and Jake faced was a buffet at the river boat casino in Vicksburg. For the past week or so they have been eating oatmeal for breakfast, a few energy bars for lunch and a supper of cooked noodles or rice. When they got in line at the buffet they were actually shaking with excitement with the prospect of unlimited and varied food choices. This was no siege, it was a flat out no holds barred assault. They ate until they couldn't eat anymore, they dragged their full bellies back to the canoe and struggled to paddle a painful 27 miles to mile marker 410.
Siege of Vicksburg (written by Aaron prior to departure)
The Siege of Vicksburg was the final major military action in the Vicksburg Campaign of the Civil War. Lt. Gen. John C. Pemberton and his confederate army were driven into the defensive lines surrounding the city of Vicksburg by the Union army and Maj. Gen. Ulysses S. Grant, in a series of maneuvers. Grant and his army relentlessly besieged the Confederate garrison until, with no re-enforcement, dwindling supplies, and after holding the fort for 40 days, they surrendered on July 4, 1863.
This victory, combined with the fall of Port Hudson on July 9, gave the Union forces control of the Mississippi River for the remainder of the war. The Siege of Vicksburg is often considered a crucial turning point in the war, along with Gen. Robert E. Lee’s defeat at Gettysburg the day before.
The City of Vicksburg would not celebrate Independence Day until World War II as a result of the loss; 80 years later.
Posted by Aaron's dad
Siege of Vicksburg (written by Aaron prior to departure)
The Siege of Vicksburg was the final major military action in the Vicksburg Campaign of the Civil War. Lt. Gen. John C. Pemberton and his confederate army were driven into the defensive lines surrounding the city of Vicksburg by the Union army and Maj. Gen. Ulysses S. Grant, in a series of maneuvers. Grant and his army relentlessly besieged the Confederate garrison until, with no re-enforcement, dwindling supplies, and after holding the fort for 40 days, they surrendered on July 4, 1863.
This victory, combined with the fall of Port Hudson on July 9, gave the Union forces control of the Mississippi River for the remainder of the war. The Siege of Vicksburg is often considered a crucial turning point in the war, along with Gen. Robert E. Lee’s defeat at Gettysburg the day before.
The City of Vicksburg would not celebrate Independence Day until World War II as a result of the loss; 80 years later.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
State of Completion
Yesterday, with no fanfare, Aaron and Jake quietly crossed the border leaving Arkansas behind them. This puts Mississippi on their left shoulder and Louisiana on their right. I'm pretty sure there was no crying from Susanna and I am certain there was no banjo on anyone's knee. Louisiana is the final state out of 10 they have encountered in this expedition. In another 2 days they will say goodbye to Mississippi and come face to face with the Louisiana bayous.
Through a natural process known as delta switching, the lower Mississippi River has shifted its final course to the mouth of the Gulf of Mexico every thousand years or so. This occurs because the deposits of silt and sediment begin to clog its channel, raising the river's level and causing it to eventually find a steeper, more direct route to the Gulf of Mexico. The abandoned distributaries diminish in volume and form what are known as bayous.
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Through a natural process known as delta switching, the lower Mississippi River has shifted its final course to the mouth of the Gulf of Mexico every thousand years or so. This occurs because the deposits of silt and sediment begin to clog its channel, raising the river's level and causing it to eventually find a steeper, more direct route to the Gulf of Mexico. The abandoned distributaries diminish in volume and form what are known as bayous.
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40 Days and 40 Nights
I spoke to Aaron yesterday afternoon. He and Jake were enjoying an hour break as they do most afternoons. Normally they try to find a town to check out or at least pull off the river to stretch their legs. On this day however, they were just floating down the river because the area is so remote. At 2:30 when I spoke to Aaron they had covered only 25 miles and he was concerned that they hadn't traveled further by that time of the day. He said this part of the river is really getting to be a grind. There are fewer new things to see every day. The scenery looks the same day after day, the temperature is hot and humid day after day, the only excitement is the occasional rain which is welcome because it cools them off. It has been 40 days now on the river (that is not counting the days off they took in Dubuque, St. Louis and Wickliffe). That means 40 times the guys have had to set up a tent, tear down a tent, cook rice or dehydrated noodles for dinner. The only thing that keeps pushing them is that the end is in sight.
I got a text at 7:30 p.m. Aaron and Jake paddled another 38 miles for a total of 63 miles to mile marker 460.
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I got a text at 7:30 p.m. Aaron and Jake paddled another 38 miles for a total of 63 miles to mile marker 460.
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Sunday, July 11, 2010
Adventurous Pursuits
Another hot, humid, insipid day of paddling rewarded Aaron and Jake with another 60 miles to mile marker 525. They were able to resupply their water and saw their first gator. They are just 26 miles from the Louisiana border.
The other day as I sat in the air conditioning on my comfortable couch sipping iced tea, I watched a stage of the Tour De France and was in awe of the physical and mental stamina it must take to bike such a race. The television reporter mentioned the distance of the race and I was surprised to hear that it is roughly the same distance as the Mississippi River. This got me thinking about a few adventurous pursuits that most people are at least casually familiar with. Below I have compared the canoeing the Mississippi River, hiking the Appalachian Trail, and biking the Tour De France.
Approximate total miles -
Mississippi River = 2320
Appalachian Trail = 2178
Tour De France = 2235
Number of people per year who finish the entire length
Mississippi River = 20-30
Appalachian Trail = 500-600
Tour De France = 150-170
Average Miles per day
Mississippi River = 35-40
Appalachian Trail = 10-20
Tour De France = 10-150
Calories burned each day for a 200 lb person
Mississippi River = 10,080 (12 hours)
Appalachian Trail = 7,632 (12 hours)
Tour De France = 4,000-5,000 (per stage)
Of course the competitors in the Tour De France have a team of nutrition experts, doctors, coaches and other people who make sure they are well taken care of. They get rubbed down each day, sleep in a comfortable bed and have well thought out meals prepared for them, not to mention the amount of money they earn on the tour. Even the hikers of the Appalachian Trail receive a “2000 Miler” award from the Appalachian Trail Conservancy.
Most canoeists who complete the entire length of the Mississippi River receive nothing for their accomplishment. Aaron and Jake are the exception – they will receive the gratification that they have raised a substantial amount of money for people affected by breast cancer.
(Can you tell by my words that I am extremely proud of Aaron and Jake’s adventurous pursuit?)
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The other day as I sat in the air conditioning on my comfortable couch sipping iced tea, I watched a stage of the Tour De France and was in awe of the physical and mental stamina it must take to bike such a race. The television reporter mentioned the distance of the race and I was surprised to hear that it is roughly the same distance as the Mississippi River. This got me thinking about a few adventurous pursuits that most people are at least casually familiar with. Below I have compared the canoeing the Mississippi River, hiking the Appalachian Trail, and biking the Tour De France.
Approximate total miles -
Mississippi River = 2320
Appalachian Trail = 2178
Tour De France = 2235
Number of people per year who finish the entire length
Mississippi River = 20-30
Appalachian Trail = 500-600
Tour De France = 150-170
Average Miles per day
Mississippi River = 35-40
Appalachian Trail = 10-20
Tour De France = 10-150
Calories burned each day for a 200 lb person
Mississippi River = 10,080 (12 hours)
Appalachian Trail = 7,632 (12 hours)
Tour De France = 4,000-5,000 (per stage)
Of course the competitors in the Tour De France have a team of nutrition experts, doctors, coaches and other people who make sure they are well taken care of. They get rubbed down each day, sleep in a comfortable bed and have well thought out meals prepared for them, not to mention the amount of money they earn on the tour. Even the hikers of the Appalachian Trail receive a “2000 Miler” award from the Appalachian Trail Conservancy.
Most canoeists who complete the entire length of the Mississippi River receive nothing for their accomplishment. Aaron and Jake are the exception – they will receive the gratification that they have raised a substantial amount of money for people affected by breast cancer.
(Can you tell by my words that I am extremely proud of Aaron and Jake’s adventurous pursuit?)
Posted by Aaron’s dad
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Fire in the Hole
I got a text from Jake's phone number last night that said "Made 60 miles today. Marker 585. Cold front came through. 93 today. Made Dakota fire hole to cook again. Storms forecast, none so far. Near Rosedale, Mississippi."
There are several things I can "read" into this text. 1. The text came from Jake so I am assuming Aaron's phone battery is dead 2. The fact that they had to make a Dakota fire hole to cook again leads me to believe they are either out of cooking fuel or close to it and they are trying to ration what is left. I also assume they were not able to cook last night. I got a second text that said they had 9 gallons of water left and they will be in Greenville, Mississippi today where they can resupply. All of this illustrates how rural and remote this section of the river is. Luckily this next stretch of the river they will encounter towns of significant size every day or every other day at most.
Dakota Fire Hole - This is one of the most efficient types of fire that a person can make when trying to survive. To make a Dakota Fire Hole, one digs a 10-12 inch diameter hole about 10-12 inches deep. Then you dig a vent tunnel on the up wind side of the fire hole that will serve as a way to feed the fire with oxygen. This fire hole takes a bit of energy to build but once complete it will burn very efficiently using little fire wood.
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There are several things I can "read" into this text. 1. The text came from Jake so I am assuming Aaron's phone battery is dead 2. The fact that they had to make a Dakota fire hole to cook again leads me to believe they are either out of cooking fuel or close to it and they are trying to ration what is left. I also assume they were not able to cook last night. I got a second text that said they had 9 gallons of water left and they will be in Greenville, Mississippi today where they can resupply. All of this illustrates how rural and remote this section of the river is. Luckily this next stretch of the river they will encounter towns of significant size every day or every other day at most.
Dakota Fire Hole - This is one of the most efficient types of fire that a person can make when trying to survive. To make a Dakota Fire Hole, one digs a 10-12 inch diameter hole about 10-12 inches deep. Then you dig a vent tunnel on the up wind side of the fire hole that will serve as a way to feed the fire with oxygen. This fire hole takes a bit of energy to build but once complete it will burn very efficiently using little fire wood.
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Friday, July 9, 2010
Party to celebrate Aaron and Jake's accomplishment!
Mark your calendars for Saturday August 21st. I will have more details soon but we wanted to let everbody know well in advance. Everyone is welcome to attend. This will be a chance to meet with Aaron and Jake, hear some stories, see more pictures and see the gear that they used to paddle the Mississippi River.
Rollin' Along
Ol' man river,
Dat ol' man river,
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin'
He jes' keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
Old Man River from the Musical Show Boat
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein IIAaron and Jake Paddled 67 miles to "some random place" according to Aaron's text. This puts them at mile marker 645 north of Rosedale, Mississippi. Today's forecast calls for a little relief - high near 90.
Show Boat, written in the late 1920's was a fictionalized account of life on a river boat and focused on racial prejudice. The area Aaron and Jake are paddling through now is the real life home to the Delta Blues. The Delta Blues is one of the earliest styles of blues music which originated in the Mississippi Delta, a region of the United States that stretched from Memphis, Tennessee in the north to Vicksburg, Mississippi in the south. The Mississippi Delta is an area know for its fertile soil and its poverty. The Delta Blues lyrics range from introspective and soulful to passionate and fiery. This style of music had a large influence on modern music. A few of the artists that acknowledged this influence include Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, Yardbirds, Rolling Stones, Cream, Allman Brothers, Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix and many, many more. Perhaps the greatest of all Delta Blues musicians to come from this area was Robert Johnson who allegedly "sold his soul to the devil" at the crossroads south of Rosedale, Mississippi.
Aaron and Jake will pass Rosedale at some point today although the town is a few miles from the river because of the flood plain.
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Click below to hear Cross Road Blues by Robert Johnson
http://s0.ilike.com/play#Robert+Johnson:Cross+Road+Blues:117183:s51783912.12769615.18761885.0.2.173%2Cstd_6a98f96fc8564a148b9ef50977e199f1
Thursday, July 8, 2010
When does this trip end?
I spoke to Aaron last night after he and Jake paddled 63 miles to a sand bar at mile marker 712. They stopped in Memphis, Tennessee to resupply their water. They have a little over 15 gallons which needs to last them 3- 4 days because this stretch of river has few to no towns that are actually on the river. He said this has been there favorite part of the trip as far as camping goes. There are numerous sand bars in this part of the river that they can choose from to pitch a tent. The river is a little wider than they expected and the current is swift.
The news yesterday reported that the BP oil leak has now impacted Lake Pontchartrain located just north of New Orleans. We are not sure if Aaron and Jake will actually be able to reach mile 0 because of the far reaching affects of the oil leak. New Orleans is actually about 100 miles from mile 0 and Venice, Louisiana is 10 miles from mile 0. My wife and I are going to drive south to pick the guys up but we are not sure where the trip will end. If Aaron and Jake continue to average 60 miles a day as they have the past few days, they will reach New Orleans on July 17th. If they are able to reach mile 0 they have another 2-3 days of paddling. In either case, We will be leaving a week from tomorrow to meet the guys in New Orleans.
The news yesterday reported that the BP oil leak has now impacted Lake Pontchartrain located just north of New Orleans. We are not sure if Aaron and Jake will actually be able to reach mile 0 because of the far reaching affects of the oil leak. New Orleans is actually about 100 miles from mile 0 and Venice, Louisiana is 10 miles from mile 0. My wife and I are going to drive south to pick the guys up but we are not sure where the trip will end. If Aaron and Jake continue to average 60 miles a day as they have the past few days, they will reach New Orleans on July 17th. If they are able to reach mile 0 they have another 2-3 days of paddling. In either case, We will be leaving a week from tomorrow to meet the guys in New Orleans.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Week 5 Statistics
35=days in a canoe
1431=Total Miles Paddled
774=Miles Left to the Gulf of Mexico
40.9=Average Miles Paddled Per Day
6=States Passed Through
29=Locks Passed Through
????=Gallons of oil lost in the Gulf
Here is a link to an article that appeared today in the Kane County Chronicle: http://www.kcchronicle.com/articles/2010/07/06/72646460/index.xml
1431=Total Miles Paddled
774=Miles Left to the Gulf of Mexico
40.9=Average Miles Paddled Per Day
6=States Passed Through
29=Locks Passed Through
????=Gallons of oil lost in the Gulf
Here is a link to an article that appeared today in the Kane County Chronicle: http://www.kcchronicle.com/articles/2010/07/06/72646460/index.xml
Making Good of a Bad Situation
South of St. Louis, Missouri there are no more locks, in order to reduce the effects of flooding this section of the river depends on levees. A levee is a natural or artificial slope/ wall parallel to the river which is meant to reduce the effects of rising water levels. This also means the towns are further from the river to accommodate for the flood plain.
Aaron and Jake paddled another 60 miles today. Staying hydrated is now the biggest concern. On Monday the only town they passed was Caruthersville, Missouri. Luckily they stopped to top off their water and a kind produce vendor gave them a watermelon and a couple of tomatoes. Tuesday they passed no towns but wisely rationed half of the watermelon from the day before. The next stop will be Memphis, Tennessee which is roughly 30 miles away. This means in the past 2 days they will have travelled over 100 miles in extremely hot and humid conditions with no chance to resupply their water.
Aaron and Jake will pass Memphis, Tennessee at some point today. Across the river from Memphis is the lesser known town of West Memphis, Arkansas. In addition to being the hometown of blues guitar legends Howlin’ Wolf and B.B. King, in the late 1980’s West Memphis found itself in a bad situation.
Making Good of a Bad Situation
“In 1988 a rare drought caused the Mississippi River to expose four and a half acres of forgotten shipwrecks near West Memphis, Arkansas. The State of Arkansas, the Arkansas Archeological Survey, and the Arkansas Archeological Society studied the area for two months, to get a rare glimpse into the age of wooden-hulled ships of the late 19th to early 20th centuries.” (Written by Aaron prior to departure)
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Aaron and Jake paddled another 60 miles today. Staying hydrated is now the biggest concern. On Monday the only town they passed was Caruthersville, Missouri. Luckily they stopped to top off their water and a kind produce vendor gave them a watermelon and a couple of tomatoes. Tuesday they passed no towns but wisely rationed half of the watermelon from the day before. The next stop will be Memphis, Tennessee which is roughly 30 miles away. This means in the past 2 days they will have travelled over 100 miles in extremely hot and humid conditions with no chance to resupply their water.
Aaron and Jake will pass Memphis, Tennessee at some point today. Across the river from Memphis is the lesser known town of West Memphis, Arkansas. In addition to being the hometown of blues guitar legends Howlin’ Wolf and B.B. King, in the late 1980’s West Memphis found itself in a bad situation.
Making Good of a Bad Situation
“In 1988 a rare drought caused the Mississippi River to expose four and a half acres of forgotten shipwrecks near West Memphis, Arkansas. The State of Arkansas, the Arkansas Archeological Survey, and the Arkansas Archeological Society studied the area for two months, to get a rare glimpse into the age of wooden-hulled ships of the late 19th to early 20th centuries.” (Written by Aaron prior to departure)
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Say Goodbye - Say Hello
Aaron and Jake broke 60 miles for the first time yesterday. They paddled 60 miles to an island just 4 miles short of the Arkansas state line. Today they will say goodbye to Missouri and with a really big day they could say goodbye to Tennessee as well. This leaves only Arkansas, Mississippi and Louisiana left.
Forecast is hot, humid and chance of rain for the next 10 days.
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Forecast is hot, humid and chance of rain for the next 10 days.
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Monday, July 5, 2010
57 Miles
At 7:30 a.m. I got a text from Aaron that said "57 Miles to just north of New Madrid, Missouri".
New Madrid
We did not get a text from Aaron or Jake last night. Most likely they are not getting cell service as predicted because they are on a more remote section of the river. My guess is they probably traveled at least 50 miles because of no locks and an increase in the current. Of course it all depends on how strong the headwinds were and how hot it got. The forecast for Monday is mid 90 degree temperatures and south winds.
If Aaron and Jake did make 50 miles, that would put them roughly at the junction of Kentucky, Tennessee and Missouri near New Madrid Missouri. New Madrid is infamous for the New Madrid Seismic zone. Over the years many well documented earthquakes have originated from this area; in fact Reverie, Tennessee was cut off from its Tennessee homeland when an earthquake changed the course of the river. This earthquake created a new channel and left Reverie, Tennessee on the Arkansas side of the river.
I will not update the map or mileage until I know the exact distance they traveled.
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If Aaron and Jake did make 50 miles, that would put them roughly at the junction of Kentucky, Tennessee and Missouri near New Madrid Missouri. New Madrid is infamous for the New Madrid Seismic zone. Over the years many well documented earthquakes have originated from this area; in fact Reverie, Tennessee was cut off from its Tennessee homeland when an earthquake changed the course of the river. This earthquake created a new channel and left Reverie, Tennessee on the Arkansas side of the river.
I will not update the map or mileage until I know the exact distance they traveled.
Posted by Aaron's dad
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Rest before the final push - from Aaron and Jake
New Pictures are linked above: click the slideshow to see them all.
We are spending two nights in Wickliffe, KY with some of Jake's family before we continue the last 950 miles of our trip. We'll get on the river the morning of Independence Day.
The southern section of the Mississippi River will be very wild and remote. We'll go at least 150 miles without seeing a single town. The temperature each day will be pushing 100 degrees and we will be traveling through a region unknown to us. We are excited for the last stretch and hopefully an approaching finish line will help drive us to the end.
www.ballardweekly.com should have a story about our trip coming up within a few days.
Aaron and Jake
We are spending two nights in Wickliffe, KY with some of Jake's family before we continue the last 950 miles of our trip. We'll get on the river the morning of Independence Day.
The southern section of the Mississippi River will be very wild and remote. We'll go at least 150 miles without seeing a single town. The temperature each day will be pushing 100 degrees and we will be traveling through a region unknown to us. We are excited for the last stretch and hopefully an approaching finish line will help drive us to the end.
www.ballardweekly.com should have a story about our trip coming up within a few days.
Aaron and Jake
Friday, July 2, 2010
All Things Merge Into One
"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it ..."
A River Runs Through It
Norman Maclean
Aaron and Jake are just 22 miles from the confluence of the Ohio River after paddling 58 miles yesterday. They camped on a sand bar in the middle of the river that connects two islands. Aaron called me and said they were watching several deer drinking from the river.
The Ohio River is the largest tributary that drains into the Mississippi River, its drainage basin encompasses 14 states. The merging of these two great rivers connects the eastern part of our country to the middle and western parts of our country.
Aaron and Jake are going to stop in Wickliffe Kentucky to meet up with some of Jake's family. They will take a day off as they gear up for the final push to the gulf. The numbering system starts over at the Ohio River confluence. From this point on the mileage will be a true measuremnet of how much further they need to travel, Wickliffe is at mile marker 951.
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A River Runs Through It
Norman Maclean
Aaron and Jake are just 22 miles from the confluence of the Ohio River after paddling 58 miles yesterday. They camped on a sand bar in the middle of the river that connects two islands. Aaron called me and said they were watching several deer drinking from the river.
The Ohio River is the largest tributary that drains into the Mississippi River, its drainage basin encompasses 14 states. The merging of these two great rivers connects the eastern part of our country to the middle and western parts of our country.
Aaron and Jake are going to stop in Wickliffe Kentucky to meet up with some of Jake's family. They will take a day off as they gear up for the final push to the gulf. The numbering system starts over at the Ohio River confluence. From this point on the mileage will be a true measuremnet of how much further they need to travel, Wickliffe is at mile marker 951.
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
"I'm strong to the finish, 'cause I eats me spinach"
Aaron and Jake got a ride to Chester, Illinois (home of Popeye) to continue their trip. Nearly 100 miles of the river is shut down due to flooding and the guys didn't want to wait indefinitely for that section of the river to open back up. With the help of a swift current, they covered 30 miles to Devil's Backbone Camp Ground just north of Grand Tower after just 4 1/2 hours of paddling (that's over 6 1/2 miles per hour!).
The section of river the guys bypassed included Kaskaskia, Illinois. Aaron wrote an interesting story about Kaskaskia prior to departure:
Kaskaskia, Illlinois
Kaskaskia, Illinois is a village located in Randolph County. The 2000 census shows that Kaskaskia is the smallest unincorporated community in Illinois, with a population of 9. It is one of the few areas of Illinois that lie on the west side of the Mississippi River.
This small, river village was the first capitol of the Illinois Territory until 1819, when the capitol moved to Vandalia. The peak population of the town was 7,000 people.
Kaskaskia and other agricultural villages within Illinois Country were essential for supplying New Orleans with wheat and corn during the years of French rule. In 1741, King Louis XV sent the “true” American liberty bell to Kaskaskia for its agriculture and shipping exploits. The “liberty bell” rang from its church when George Rogers Clark retook Kaskaskia in 1778 during the American Revolution. The bell is still housed near the Church of the Immaculate Conception, built in 1843.
In 1881 a terrible flood destroyed most of the original town of Kaskaskia, and shifted the Mississippi’s riverbed east to the Kaskaskia River. Because of this, the Kaskaskia’s original town is now located on an island, which sits primarily within the Missouri state lines. In 1893 the townspeople moved back to their town’s original location and rebuilt the Church of Immaculate Conception on Kaskaskia Island.
The entire town was submerged under nine feet of water during the Great Flood of 1993. For many residents, this was the last straw. By 2000, Kaskaskia had almost become a ghost town and a lost piece of Illinois History.
Posted by Aaron's dad
The section of river the guys bypassed included Kaskaskia, Illinois. Aaron wrote an interesting story about Kaskaskia prior to departure:
Kaskaskia, Illlinois
Kaskaskia, Illinois is a village located in Randolph County. The 2000 census shows that Kaskaskia is the smallest unincorporated community in Illinois, with a population of 9. It is one of the few areas of Illinois that lie on the west side of the Mississippi River.
This small, river village was the first capitol of the Illinois Territory until 1819, when the capitol moved to Vandalia. The peak population of the town was 7,000 people.
Kaskaskia and other agricultural villages within Illinois Country were essential for supplying New Orleans with wheat and corn during the years of French rule. In 1741, King Louis XV sent the “true” American liberty bell to Kaskaskia for its agriculture and shipping exploits. The “liberty bell” rang from its church when George Rogers Clark retook Kaskaskia in 1778 during the American Revolution. The bell is still housed near the Church of the Immaculate Conception, built in 1843.
In 1881 a terrible flood destroyed most of the original town of Kaskaskia, and shifted the Mississippi’s riverbed east to the Kaskaskia River. Because of this, the Kaskaskia’s original town is now located on an island, which sits primarily within the Missouri state lines. In 1893 the townspeople moved back to their town’s original location and rebuilt the Church of Immaculate Conception on Kaskaskia Island.
The entire town was submerged under nine feet of water during the Great Flood of 1993. For many residents, this was the last straw. By 2000, Kaskaskia had almost become a ghost town and a lost piece of Illinois History.
Posted by Aaron's dad
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