Nose for Nipawin
The 10 or 12 kilometre paddle to Nipawin passed quickly enough despite headwinds and increasing darkness. The Old Bridge, visible in the far distance, seemed to retreat faster in the dusk than we advanced. Finally underneath the thing, the reason for the bridge’s apparent retreat became obvious: It’s absolutely huge, dwarfing everything else in the landscape.
With little else to entertain us, we sprinted for the marina hoping to beat darkness. We didn’t. Arriving after dark, we found no campsites, no open store, and no beach. There were, however, washrooms. And a fish-cleaning shack. A very uninviting and odiferous fish-cleaning shack as
far as fish-cleaning shacks go.
Thank God it wasn’t raining…