Killer Cove - start

Our GPS showed a day log of 130 miles. Our best yet...the 3mph current certainly helps. We tucked in behind a wingdam at mile marker 795. A wingdam is a spit of stones, manmade, that juts out into the river in an effort to impede the river's flow around bends.

Calm waters, sandy beach and lots of driftwood for an evening fire. It looked perfect.

It was not that perfect as we later discovered. 'Killer Cove @ 795' would be its moniker a mere 12 hours later.

Tenzin made our last supper. A delicious beef stew complemented with pan fried potatoes, onions and greenpeppers. As the last rays of the sun feathered the trees on the horizon, the beach fire took hold. Visions of sitting around it spinning yarns and sipping the last of our beers vanished.

They came in low from the West. These were trained Southern killers. Their guidance system of the highest calibre. Each of us became festooned with them. The most ferocious mosquito's we had ever encountered!