We slept a bit late Saturday, and when we crawled out of our tent, we saw that Mike, Rolly and the gang were almost packed up. They were heading home for Mother's Day, and we were sad to see them go. Mike had already left some charcoal and lighter fluid on our picnic table by the time we woke up, and they forced more firewood on us before leaving. Did I mention that they had saved some breakfast for us?
Mike's last comment to us as he drove off: "Ya'll know this is a dry county. Ya'll got enough beer?" Without a doubt, they were the most generous and friendly campers I have ever come across. Guys, if you're reading this, thanks again.
Allie and I headed to the NOC, where we enjoyed some BBQ sandwiches at Slow Joe's then headed out in a double ducky (an inflatable kayak for two people.) We had a great time on the river (a pretty tame whitewater experience), nailing the last -- and only -- rapid. We ended the day with a snack at a riverside restaurant, watching the last stragglers finishing their trips down the river.
We drove back to our camp and built a fire. Unfortunately, our wood had gotten wet while we were gone, so I had trouble getting a fire going. I got a small blaze going, but since we were unwilling to risk our dinner, we decided to head to Robbinsville to get firestarter logs. The drive took about an hour on the twisting road, and when we finally returned, our fire was going perfectly, just as we had expected. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows before calling it a night.