Day 3

We figured it out. Today we, for the first time, avoided all problems and had an amazing day because of it. We woke up at 8 (even though our alarm was set for 6:30...whoops) had a wholesome breakfast of peanut butter bagels, packed up camp in roughly an hour and hit the river by 10 o'clock. Our time on the water today was slightly boring. We trolled for fish a little bit, got some hit with no luck. What astounded me about today was that we were able to keep a steady pace. Whenever we took breaks we didn't let them get out of hand because we knew we had to keep moving if we wanted to reach camp at a reasonable hour; and we did. 17.5 miles later we reached our camp site at Neal's Landing in Florida. We made it to Florida. I can't believe we've already covered 50 miles in 3 days and secondly I can't believe how quickly time has passed. It feels like only minutes ago we were waving goodbye to our parents in Fort Gains and now we've somehow managed to make it to Florida!  Tonight was the earliest we have made it to camp so far: 5:50. This is roughly 2 hours earlier than we'd been at camp the last two days. I used those two hours to shower for the first time in days (what a relief) and to scower the park for a power outlet in order to charge our gear (which I did end up finding. Alex did his own thing setting up trot lines and fishing for striped bass. He ended up catching the biggest catfish I've ever seen in person. This thing was the fattest fish of all time, it had to have been at least 10-12 lbs. In the middle of showering and fishing Alex and I met a very rowdy, kind man by the name of James Harper who told us many a good story that kept us entertained for an entire hour before he had to go home to his family. When we told him what we were doing he said something that I loved: "If you ain't out here livin, you might as well be dead." That gave Alex and I more confidence than we could ever ask for. After a good meal and some footage review I'll be ready to hit the hay and continue on living tomorrow.