Janet Moreland is attempting to become the first woman to complete a solo kayak trip down the entire length of the Missouri River, from its source at Brower’s Spring, Mont., to its juncture with the Mississippi River at St. Louis. She has been sharing updates on her trip on her journey's Facebook page and blog, and she gave the Missourian permission to share some of those posts.
The Missourian wrote a story about Moreland's quest before she left, and digital subscribers can read that story here.
Below are several photos that Moreland has posted on her Facebook page since the Missourian published an update on her progress on July 12 and May 31.
I'm so thrilled I have Internet again. Gotta keep paddling, heading to Bridge City Marina next to Indian Creek Campground. I still have several miles to go. Be back soon. Yay!
Start of Wednesday's paddle out of Beaver Creek. Don't expect to see too many days like this, but Oahe has been good to me so far. The lake is really beautiful.
Camped just inside Rorgo Bay last night (looking out toward the lake) about 14 miles from Bridge City Marina in Mobridge, N.D. There were virtually no spots to camp for this upcoming stretch, thanks to Dave Miller for that info in "The Complete Paddler." Today, I was fortunate to have little wind until the last 1/2 mile.
The Mobridge, N.D., bridges. Train bridge up front and Highway 12 bridge behind.
Stephen Ambrose writes in "Undaunted Courage," "If there ever was a time in which the Lewis and Clark Expedition bore some resemblance to a bunch of guys out on a long camping trip, it was in the first part of October 1804."
I cracked up when I read that while out on the banks of the Missouri River. I felt the "kindred spirit" thing with those guys.
All creatures great and small
The hook is my location on this 230-mile Lake Oahe in South Dakota. I am in the middle of a SE running leg of the lake. Predominant winds are usually S and SE, which means 'headwind.' Beginning to feel like the horse heading back to the barn. After this rest I will be putting my game face on to conquer this, my most challenging, obstacle.
The owner of the "Go Away" houseboat is sitting on the roof of his boat also watching this incredible sky. Riverbillies share river blood. It's a way of life.
I never tire of these gorgeous northern evening skies.
Once the couple hundred cows cleared, we saw this. They were a stunning sight to behold, especially when they ran up the hill and out of sight.
We went to watch the sun go down on the peninsula and the lighting was extraordinary, I thought.
Balancing emotions is a big part of this trip. There is always a little sadness breaking camp, excitement to paddle on, apprehension on a windy day, hesitation to wait when windy, anxiety of making no progress, thrill of the adventure, frustration with mud, joy meeting beautiful people, difficulty leaving those beautiful people, and the contentment of a successful and fulfilling day. Nobody said it was gonna be easy out here. Loving it!
I could not not take a picture of this rock. I envision showing this to my science students someday. Maybe I'll get some imaginative explanations. If you have one, please share. No wrong answers!
I thought I was the only one out here on this peninsula, but I was mistaken. Reed, left, and Josh showed up as I was making coffee. Two friends paddling to the Gulf, they heard about me, and I them, so we visited for a long while. They've paddled on with more bravery, courage, and crazy youth than I have. What a great visit we had!
Another Lake Oahe personality. Fog. I think last night was the most quiet on the river I have experienced thus far.
Good morning! It never ceases to amaze me how a colorful morning sky can get me out of my tent, and quickly.
I'm on Lake Sharpe now. The lake starts at the dam, so no free flowing river. Lake Sharpe is about 83 miles long and more narrow than Oahe. Hopefully, only about three days on this one. We'll see. Pierre is just ahead.
I paddled through a lot of big stumps today. This one was providing life to some other plants. Not sure what their future holds. Pretty countryside in the background, the west side.
There is a little bit of a headwind this morning, east wind. Not sure how much headwind I can take after eight miles of it yesterday.
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