|Leaving the shaded bamboo forest at Westover|
|Paddling through the "dreamy" bald cypress|
We stopped for lunch deep in the wilderness, parking our canoes in some notorious James River mud. Our paddle after lunch was a “dreamy,” surreal experience through a maze of cypress tree knees and roots. Getting to camp, we kicked into gear again, unpacking in five minutes so that we could enjoy an hour of fun jumping off the dock at our night’s campsite, Fort Pocahontas.
|Pre-storm dock jumping at Fort Pocahontas|
|Paddling hard to make miles|
Suddenly! Just as we went back to work to finish setting up camp, we were greeted with a monstrous storm that put us in our place! We were awed by wind that tore our tarp to pieces and blew the branches off trees. We found temporary shelter in a guest house at Fort Pocahontas, where we will spend the night. Taking inventory after the storm, we noticed some damage to the gear we had abandoned, a small price to pay for the group’s safety and for how much closer we became as a group during the storm and working hard together to clean up. The day ended on a cheery note when we spotted the second double rainbow of our trip and an amazing hypnotic sunset after the storm.
|Playing games while seeking shelter during the storm|
|Surveying the damage|
|The sunset after the storm was an incredible sight|