Today started out a little calmer however that changed. As we paddled ever closer to New Orleans the right side of the river became congested but the left side was clear. As such we made the uncharacteristic decision to cross the channel to the left side which seemed, oddly enough to be devoid of any traffic. Typically the left side is jammed with ships crew boats, and big tug boats. We attempted to radio a south bound ship but no response. As we crossed the ship captain called a north bound ship saying "hey there are two jackasses in a canoe crossing to the east side. Idiots should have stayed where they were!" At this Dave became pretty frustrated but responded with a surprising amount of poise when he said, "hey these jackasses have a radio and we have been trying to contact you to figure out where we should go and we would appreciate better communication!" At this the radios fell silent. The message had been sent. As we approached the bridge another captain who likely heard the preceding conversation told us that it was difficult to hear us on the radio. The truth is that most of the ship captains and a good number of barge captains are pretty nice and want us to get through safely as much as we do. The rude and indignant ones are few far and in between. We stopped just past and I mean only a couple hundred yards past the HWY 90 bridge in New Orleans and camped along the levy. This will be our first and last stealth camp...I hope. In bed by 5pm.
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