I watched from my computer, stuck at work 250 miles north, as the satellite tracker indicated Stephen’s progress on this last (we hoped) day of paddling. Other than the hatch of biting flies that plagued him the day before and were still around in smaller numbers today, it was a great paddling day. He said, “Today is my day.” And it was! Glad no one was around the office to see my happy tears.
Made my day too.
P.S. Stephen’s next post on Lake Erie coming soon…