In the morning, we were again swarmed by mosquitoes. We launched quickly.
We had learned to search the map for especially narrow sections of the river. There, the current was strongest, and we caught our third fish for the day.
We caught our fourth just before taking out at a beach for the evening. A friendly family with a little boy came down to the beach as we prepared our dinner. They pretended to believe our story, that we’d kayaked from New York, to be polite.
A road led up from the beach through the woods to a backyard. The house, beside a large garden, resonated with the sounds of French spousal argument. We knocked for quite a while before the elderly couple realized we were at the door. They were happy to let us use their hose to resupply our drinking water.
We made camp in a tiny clearing beside the forest road.