I got Jack up early this morning so that we would have plenty of water over the flats. The water level is not completely dependent on the tides - the level of the river also determines the depth at the mouth. The Stikine drains the majority of British Columbia so its level depends on a wide variety of variables such as inland temperatures, rainfall in the areas of one or more of the tributaries many of which are hundreds of miles away so predicting the river level is a difficult, if not impossible, thing to do. That being said, we did run aground on the flats. The walking this time was only a few hundred feet and we were once again in our way.
We did stop for a drink and a snack before making a break across the two plus mile wide channel. Even though we were crossing what the locals refer to as the Bermuda Triangle of Wrangell, we encountered nothing more than some mild chop and a small set of waves that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
As we approached the takeout, the flight carrying Bob and the rest of his crew flew over our boat, dipping its wings just as it had yesterday.
After retrieving the truck from tge ranger office, Jack and I stopped to pick up a frozen pizza. The only pizzeria in Wrangell charges the equivalent of your first born for a pizza (although it is a very good pizza) so, naturally, we tend to skip it. We baked the pizza in the bunkhouse oven while we took showers and ate it in the truck on the way back to camp. We spent the remaineder of our day off unpacking and sitting by a campfire.
Is the tent inside the cabin your way of mosquito proofing your bedtime and dreamtime?
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