August 18th, 2019
Up at 5:30 AM, breakfast of granola and sunflower butter. Paul made the coffee extra strong J. Paddled a few stretches to nut break, Quinn was trolling and caught a nice sized grayling that he dragged to our lunch spot. We paddled past a mansion and a few gentlemen walked down to the beach, greeted us and welcomed us in for coffee. We were given 20 apples, 15 pounds of pulled pork, 2 loaves of bread, large cups of coffee and 6 beers. We left the mansion surprised by the activity and grateful for the effusive hospitality. We made a stretch to lunch where we fileted Quinn’s grayling and ate sun-butter tortillas. James caught another grayling even fatter than Quinn’s, so we ate that too and just reveled in our first official shore lunch of the trip…it was a good feed. We paddled and are now camped above the first real set of rapids since reaching the Coppermine. We ate mac for dinner and literally ALL of the pulled pork. Most of the trip members clutched their bellies in the bug tent after dinner as they tried to sooth their stuffed stomachs – less than 250 miles to go.