Finally after a long day of paddling, we reached the campsite where we settled down for a short night. In the morning, what felt like the crack of dawn, we woke up and had a fairly large breakfast filled with bacon, eggs, and hot chocolate. Soon after, we packed up and were on the road once again – this time for a much shorter journey. We canoed for about a mile and a half to the Class Three rapids that we were expected to go down (but have no fear in due time we did). Right after we got tired of the small yet scary rapids and we packed up and headed to a jumping bridge about fifteen feet above a small river. When we got there we noticed that the depth of the river was merely nothing, which meant we couldn’t jump off. After hearing the disappointing news we thought the trip had to be over, but little did we know we still were going to McDonald’s where we would feast. Later that day, we arrived back at camp with full stomachs and several stories to tell.