Floating meditations in an aluminium canoe
From here, we have to face our first real portage of the trip. It is quite short but up a steep muddy and rocky trail, crossing several streams. We do a first trip with only our backpacks and dry bags. The last creek crossing is very muddy and my sandals sink in. The feeling of my foot being sucked makes me cringe. But we need to cross again to go back down and get the heavy canoe.
Later on, as we are watching the sunset over a campfire, a bush plane flies above us in the pink and orange sky. The moment is pretty magic.
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