One time when the river was at flood stage we were haulin' ass & I was only using the trolling motor for steerage. When I recognized a landmark that I'd measured with Google Earth to be one river mile from the launch point, I used the calculator on my phone to figure out that if we kept up that pace we'd be at the take-out point in 37 minutes. So I did about a 170 degree turn & headed into the woods. (The river was at flood stage, remember.) We tied up to a tree & hung out for about 2 hours getting drunk just because we didn't want the trip to be over with so quickly.
This was taken from my F-150 about 3/4 mile from the river. That gravel road is only about as wide as that F-150 is in length, with 3 foot deep ditches on either side.
With no way of seeing where the edges were, and the water getting deeper, I decided to back up about a mile. I was really nervous because I was in the Ranger & my idiot friend Keith was in my F-150 & he can't back up worth a crap.
We went into Indiana & took Rt 41 down across the river & came back to the same point on the river except the south side where I knew the ground was a slightly higher elevation & after driving through this stuff slowly for 3 miles, ...
.. we reached the river & found a dry spot in the gravel road:
So we unloaded the rafts & left Brian there to get them bolted together while Keith & went to Momence, IL to ditch the Ranger & come back.
What this has to do with deep cycle batteries, I have no idea. But when I get on the topic of rafting I can't shut up.
But I've got a couple of smashed trailer lights to replace. Stupid lawn mower hit them.
