For some reason I didn’t take a damn photo in St. Cloud. But that was where the group split up. So me and Conner took off the next day. After a bunch of unproductive 10-15 mile days in a row, we were able to paddle over 30 miles in about 5-6 hours. We stopped at some random town when it got dark.
I was at the canoe getting some stuff to eat and this lady and her son came up to me and starting asking me a bunch of questions. After I told her what we were doing she got stoked and asked to take a photo of me. I felt weird but said yes. Luckily Conner came down to say whats up and save me from the awkward conversation.
We talked with her for a long time. Apparently she was an ex-drug addict and a widow and spent some time in prison. You’d never be able to tell though. She found God and really loved her son and I think she loved me and Conner too. She bought us Chipotle. I think I loved her too.