Day - 7

Captain Ned pushed off a little late today because he was having a big eggs, bacon and home fries breakfast and was busy telling tall tails at a small Covington restaurant and shooting the breeze with some of the locals. I imagine he was probably savoring the taste of coffee that he didn't make with Wabash water. He gave the locals he had befriended this blog address but he said he believes that he forgot to tell them .com at the end. But by the time he realized this he said he was too far down stream to paddle back and fix his mistake. "Damn the bad luck". He said he hopes they don't cuss him too bad.

Both Kevin and Larry reported that Uncle Keith's survival kit has come in pretty handy. I'm not sure exactly what's in this survival kit, but if it came from Uncle Keith, you know it's good stuff...he's like McGiver. I would almost bet that the kit included some good old fashion Kentucky Chrome...A.K.A. duct tape. The survival hit has assisted Old Ned, as he refers to himself, with fixing his lawn chair and stitching up his umbrella sail which he has named Wilson. He figures that it takes Wilson a good 5.5 to 6 knot wind before he turns inside out.

Capt. Ned said that even though he's run into some rain along the way, his trusty pal Wilson almost drown and he drank coffee made from river water he's having a blast. The only worry that may lay ahead is a natural dam, with a 5' demon drop, near the Ohio River that locals he had breakfast with told him about.

As previously stated, in yesterdays unofficial day 7 report, camp was 6 miles north of Montezuma, where he had to pitch his tent in the rain. And now there you have it...it's official.