Well, we took our new friends on the St. Francis River in the MO Ozarks the day before the “Official” start of the first “Ozark Rendezvous.” As we neared the take out, there was an odd shaped “Object” floating in the water. Upon closer inspection, it was a “Strap on” male appendage! We still talk about that one!<
I wasn’t at the event wildernesswebb relates to nor the first “Official” Ozark Rendezvous but recall first Rendezvous Darryl and I came to. Camped in our van in parking area at the group campsite on Pulltite (?) with other regulars and probably a few newbies like us. Remember hearing that story around the first night as we sat on the hay bales around the campfire. Thought maybe we should pull out the van keys, hop right back in and drive right out of there. Just who were these people we decided it might be interesting to meet and paddle on the Current River in far away Missouri. If I recall correctly, Darryl wasn’t keen on driving the curvy roads at that time of night with no known place to lay our heads. We stayed, had a good time and returned quite a few subsequent Ozark Rendezvous.
Not a found item, but a lost one on another unofficial Ozark Rendezvous. Because OR was rained out, Terry and Margaret were kind enough to invite some of regulars to come to their farm and paddle some of the nearby streams. Paddling Big Creek, one of two tandem paddles in our 17 ft Wenonah Spirit Ii and relatively new to paddling faster waters, we were given wildernesswebb’s camera to take his picture. Before we could get it back to him, they was off (he and Margaret were other tandem paddlers, I think) down what they called shut-ins. We brought up the rear to go through that crazy boulder-filled section. We didn’t make it and got pinned. Camera disappeared into the drink, not to be seen again by us. Still feel a bit bad about that. I think it was his new camera.
Same event, different stream. One of our group found some 57 Chevy part (or some such vintage car) imbedded in the bottom and waiting patients to scratch up Doug’s canoe. No attempt was made to take that find home.
Have found a variety of items on trips to the Quetico, most rather routine; many knives, fishing tackle, tent pegs (many and common), a tent rainfly trapped under a large tree a week after a delrecho caused massage blowdowns (guys were able to work it out–nice one from a Eureka Timberline 4 Outfitter model), a pfd, maps (worried about those folks), nice nylon shirts, hats, paddling gloves, a nice fishing vest, various varieties of trail mix.
Our most memorable “find” was a canoe-less guide for a boy scout troop from Arkansas. His story as he related it to us: Troops first trip to Quetico so none of the leaders heeded advice to purchase their own set of maps so the guide had only set. In midafternoon after searching unsuccessfully for the next portage, guide decided to leave his scout troop at a small campsite on the small lake they were on to go off on foot looking for it. He didn’t find portage so kept bushwhacking and found the next lake (fairly large). Now early evening and he didn’t know how to get back (where was that portage?). He knew about the old fire tower on the other side of the lake so he swam/floated across (using in pants legs as floatation aids). He flagged us down the next morning as we paddling down this long lake (6-7 miles), after not seeing another party in 4 days. We agreed to transport this modern day voyager (he was wearing a shirt designed like they wore) through the rather rugged portage (which was actually a land portage, followed by a swamp paddle and another short land portage) back to his waiting troop. Troop leader even gave us each a great cup of coffee. Thereafter, the little unnamed lake they were camped on became for us “Lost Guide Lake.”