D12

D12

                The portages are getting steeper.  We end one in a sandy scree slope right down to the water today, and a refreshing swim douses the heat after.  That seems to be it for awhile which is good.  The river changes today.  We paddle through a valley flanked by steep sweeping hills and sheer cliffs.  The river flows broad and fast.  Today we start making fun of Michael Bublé because he is what I refer to as a ridiculous asshole.  The game is to make fun of his last album by paraphrasing its name.  Thing is, we can never remember what it’s really called.  For example. . . Bublé: “sorry my soul is so dark inside” (you have to say these with a brooding, 

pensive voice).  Bublé:”this relationship is one person.” Bublé: “Don’t worry, I broke my heart too.”  Try it, it grows on you.  Recent update: I just googled the actual title, and it is “Call me irresponsible”  I almost cried.  It’s so funny.  He’s sitting there brooding on this black and white poster looking like just an absolute sleezeball.  Like he’s got such a dark soul and he can’t help it.  Yeah I’m black inside, think I’ll sing some lounge. . .

We camp at an amazing waterfall cascading through hollowed out granite of epic proportions.  

Überdimensional as they say in German.  Sam comments that it looks like a skateboard park.  I end up pitching my tent on a rock wide enough for two, barely.  Murielle sleeps in a hole, I laugh.  We make a chocolate cake with rehydrated strawberries fried in marshmallow for icing. . . delicious.