A Special Thanks...

Thanks to all those who have been following our trip down the Mighty Mississippi and our time in New Orleans. Also, thanks to our sponsors, Wenonah Canoe, Kokatat Watersports Wear, and Red Tail Outfitters. If you have not already done so, please visit our website (www.brothersfortheriver.org) and contribute time and/or money to some of the wonderful environmental organizations that continue to protect our nation's river! Also, feel free to email us. Check back periodically to see what other water adventures we may have planned for this spring.

Last Day: 11/20/06

After driving through the night (Ben and I got the 11pm to 7am shift!), we found ourselves in the foothills of the Ozarks, in SE Missouri. We would have been further along on our journey home had we not made the decision to take Highway 61 all the way back. Note to anyone still reading this blog: TAKE THE INTERSTATE! Highway 61 is gorgeous in sections, but from Baton Rouge to Davemport, IA it's a long way from the river.

Pulling up to a rural gas station to fill up, we found no gas because the pumps were down, but they did have coon meat! We have no idea if this is a competitive price.

Our traveling companion/heat source, Bella. She behaved extremely well for being the youngest and most energetic of the bunch.

Our canoe, "Minn" rests firmly in place on the last leg of her journey. She got us through so much, yet our adventures with her are only beginning.

Day 73: 11/19/06

A beignet breakfast on Bourbon. Beignets are a fried French pastry that are usually covered in sugar. What's not to like?

There were all sorts of Katrina-referencing T-shirts available. This is one of the nicer ones.

The second half of the day we spent driving out to Venice, LA which is at the end of the road on the Mississippi's delta. It was already apparent that this section of the river is the most industrial one. Oil refineries and storage facilities were a prominent feature throughout the drive.

Ocean liners frequent the river between Baton Rouge and the mouth. This loaded up vessel has about half of its height below the water's surface. Not only are they humongous, they are quiet and fast. Sounds dangerous.

In the last light of the day, Ben and hop out of the van for a quick pick on the edge of the delta. Funny to think our trip has come down to a roadtrip to the end of the continent, but we're happy with the adventure.

Continuing on in darkness, we reach Venice, LA. The road comes to a T. To the right of the T runs Halliburton Road (no, we're not kidding), where many oil companies have set up shop. To the left of the T is a small settlement where all of the oil company employees live. Somewhere in between, are the helipads that choppers use to go to and from off-shore oil rigs. Wow. What have we done to the river that Native Americans call "The Father of All Waters"? We knew what waited for us at the end of this great river, but it was anti-climactic nonetheless.

Day 72: 11/18/06

Saturday morning came and our ride arrived. Michelle, Kevin, and Bella (the hound-pup) arrived mini-van style and we gave them a brief tour of the Parish. This picture is from a bridge going over the intercoastal canal, which connects Lake Pantchartrain with the Mississippi. The right shoreline holds a levee that was breached in several places. Surge water topped the levee, eroding the land side of the embankment, and weakenig it.

A shrimping and fishing village that was devastated by the storm. Boats were strewn about everywhere.

The Habitat "Musicians' Village Project" in the Upper Ninth Ward will house returning musicians native to the New Orleans area. Around 50 homes will be completed soon!

Dinner with our friends from the north. Thanks for the ride!

You never know what you're going to find in a New Orleans' back alley. This time we stumbled upon Mardi Gras masks and cross-dressing Ken dolls. I wonder if Barbie knows?

Day 71: 11/17/06

Our last day in St. Bernard's Parish was spent finishing Mike's house (In which we found 4 air rifles!) and working on a home that was 50% complete.

All of the homes that were flooded in the metro area had to be searched for survivors and victims by rescue workers. To mark a home as searched, authorities would leave an "X" with info in each space. The top is the date of the search, the left is the department that searched the home (in this case "GA", probably for Georgia Firefighters), and the bottom is the number of bodies found.

The water line in this home was 12 feet up, in the attic's rafters. There were three inches of mud in all the rooms of this home that was kept wet by holes in the roof. It took hours to shovel out.

An end of the week photo of our team's survivors. To have so many people from different backgrounds united in one cause was very moving and empowering. The sense of humor that we built as a team in the week helped us undertake what otherwise might have been a somber experience.

Yes, this is a corny shot. We promised some friends we'd pose with our canoes before week's end. Here ya go. Happy now?

We have a group meal at Angeli on Decatur St in the French Quarter. Good times with good peeps.

After eating our fill, we walked toward Bourbon and heard some classic New Orleans Jazz at Preservation Hall, a living museum that we highly recommend! We felt a little bit like the cast of "Lost" walking down the street. So many different people all getting along.

Day 71: 11/16/06

Today we started back at Frank's house where volunteers on our team take a few final loads of debris out to the gargantuan garbage pile inching toward the street. Frank's son bought all 20 of us poboy sandwiches (subs Nawlin's-style) and Powerade for our help. He was so thankful and it irked us to see him sift through the piles as our bus pulled away. Godspeed Mark!

I wish we would have gotten pictures of a spray painted house up the street that read," Do not feed the cats. I have traps set."

We moved on to 2225 Victor St. On the front lawn of this home sits a FEMA trailer. Inside the trailer lives Mike. Mike has been living in front of his Mom's house since the storm. Mike, his mother, sister, and neighbors were holdouts during the storm. They decided to stick around because they had weathered many hurricanes before. As the water rose, they abandoned this house and broke into the second-floor of a neighbor's home to survive. They waited 8 days to be rescued by boat. Mike explained, "There was no way I was going to take my elderly mother to the Superdome when there were murders and rapes going on. We decided to stay put." The Superdome stories ended up being false, another failure of the media.

Ben found and caught this furry fella. You'll be happy to know that we released him into the wild, probably to run into someone else's home.

As I brought a wheelbarrow-full of drywall out to the garbage mountain, I was surprised to look down and see a doll of Mardi Gras past resting in the insulation and drywall. An ironic image.

Relaxing over a meal back at camp, we noticed a free acupuncture clinic and our team took full advantage (pictured here is Noah). The clinic was provided by Acupuncturists Without Borders for displaced residents and volunteers alike. Did it work? Our friend Johnny from Arkansas summed it up nicely: "It didn't help much, but it didn't hurt nothin' either."

Ben and Charles take Joe out for a drink on Bourbon on his birthday. Jara provided photogenicity and liqueur.

Day 70: 11/15/06

A torrential rain like nothing we've experienced in MN poured down on our camp in the wee hours of the morning. The sound of rain hitting the tin roof was magnified by the fact that there are no ceiling tiles to buffer the sound. Because of the rain, we weren't gutting houses today. Instead, we lended a hand toward daily tasks at Camp Hope. What we're attempting to build in this pic is a wood-burning turkey oven (not a nuclear bunker). Supposedly it can handle 50 turkeys... Can you tell that we have no idea what the hell we're doing? I haven't heard of any food poisoning over Thanksgiving at Camp Hope, so knock on wood!

We take the afternoon off to travel with new friends to Shell City, a shrimping and fishing village on the edge of the delta. The once-bustling seafood city was leveled by the storm. Many people have begun to rebuild, this time raising their homes on stilts. It's great against floods, but what about wind?

At the end of the road in Shell City is a Hurricane Katrina Memorial. It names roughly 150 people that died in St. Bernard's Parish.


We eat superb pizza with our teammates and friends from Wyoming, Marie and Elise. Thanks for taking us out on the town!

Day 69:11/14/06

Another day, another house to gut...but not just any house. This is Frank's home. Frank lived here with his wife for some 40 years prior to the hurricane. They raised a family in this home. Frank's health had deteriorated since the storm and he wouldn't be able to move back. His son Mark was on hand to tell us there story and watch us demolish his childhood home. It was almost as gut-wrenching for us to bring one wheelbarrow load after another of belongings onto the front lawn as it must have been for Mark to watch us.

What keeps us going through hour after hour of intense, smelly, physical labor you ask? FEMA water of course! Pallets of the stuff remain at Camp Hope and despite it being both expired and recalled, we guzzle it down with smiling faces. Like fruitcake, a can of FEMA water makes an excellent doorstop.

The "after" shot of Frank's kitchen. We completed most of the work, but there's still an attic to go through and a ceiling to remove. We'll be back tomorrow.

Okay, so we haven't found the hissing variety, but we have found many happy, healthy cockroaches. Anybody seen Joe's Apartment? (The movie, NOT my apartment.)

Frank's next door neighbor doesn't even have the option to rebuild. This "Involuntary Demolition" notice is posted on countless doors all over the parish. Stupid structural soundness!

Day 68: 11/13/06

Day 1 of our volunteering landed us with a remarkably fun group of volunteers from across North America (Canadians are people too, EH?). Represented on our team (but not all pictured here) are Toronto, Boston, Denver, Cleveland, Baltimore, Detroit, St. Paul, Duluth, Seattle, Washington D.C., Texas, Los Angeles, Virginia, Arkansas, and New York. Pretty amazing. The majority of these amazing people found it within themselves to come on their own to help out. Our mission today, under the guidance of our fearless leaders, Jim (of Habitat) and Brett (of Americorps) was to finish the partially-gutted Fernandez Nursing Home (no, not THE nursing home) that will be turned into a rehab clinic.

Ben and I were assigned the task of clearing out the home's laundry room, which was untouched since the day of the storm surge. We had to break doors down. Once inside, we discovered linen still in the washers and muddy debris everywhere.

Ben points out the water line in the laundry room at about seven feet. The water likely got higher, but remained at seven feet for the longest, thus the line. Luckily, everyone was able to get out in time.

Joe follows the S.O.P. for "Katrina Refrigerators": duct tape without opening and dispose of carefully. We admit we broke protocol out of curiosity...a sort of Pandora's box. Nothing good inside. (What would Habitat do, fire us?)

On a more somber note, the clock on the wall shows the flood time (11:38) and the calendar shows the flood date (August 2005). A reminder of how quick and terrifying this must have been for millions of people and how much work still needs to be done.

The finished product, nothing left but studs and foundation. We hope rebuilding starts soon. We also hope to return someday.

Day 67: 11/12/06

Driving from the tourist-trap that is the French Quarter to the war-zone of St. Bernard's Parish is quite dramatic. On our way we passed the famous Upper and Lower 9th Wards, two of the poorest neighborhoods in NO and two of the hardest hit by Katrina. St. Bernard's Parish is home to many tiny suburbs of NO, like Chalmette, St. Bernard's, and Violet. Camp Hope is located at the W. Smith Jr. Elementary School in Violet, LA. It was a once thriving school and you can almost hear the echoes of little feet in the hallway. Like the buildings we would be gutting and clearing of debris in the next week, this school had to be gutted. It's uncertain if kids will ever run these halls again.
On an afternoon walk, we pass by our first debris pile. Garbage is piled up everywhere in the Parish and they've had to open up closed landfills to handle the immense amount of garbage.
The Camp is located no more than a quarter mile from the Mississippi River. The levees here are the most enormous that we've seen. Luckily the river levees held, it was the levees lining the intracoastal canals that were breached.
Our sleeping quarters were shared with 15 other volunteers in what used to be a classroom. You can see that the ceilings and drywall had to be removed. Hard to believe this school was once under eight feet of floodwater. That said, we're happy to not be in our tents from now on. We'll take mice over bears any day.

Day 66:11/11/06

After driving into the wee hours of the night, we found slumber in a Hammond, LA hotel, just an hour north of the Big Easy. The overcast morning was pushed aside by the excitement and anticipation of New Orleans. We'd finally made it, albeit through a different mode of transport...

Interstate 55 runs south across the western edge of Lake Pontchartrain. The lake was visible along the horizon, but the dominant feature of this stretch of asphalt was the bayou. Black Vultures circled ahead as we drove over what amounts to a really long bridge built out of the water. How many gators did we pass above this day?

After dropping our gear off at Habitat's Camp Hope, we drove back to the French Quarter for an afternoon in downtown. Ben poses in front of Jackson Square, a tribute to General Andrew Jackson (and soon to be President Jackson) for his role in the Battle of New Orleans, which helped end the War of 1812.

The New Orleans waterfront was busy with traffic. In the background, the riverboat "Natchez" passes. Fleeted and moving barges were EVERYWHERE with the fall harvest in full swing. We're happy to be volunteering and not paddling at this point!

Day 65: 11/10/06

On the road again...We pass through the bootheel of Missouri and move into the flatlands of Arkansas. If Arkansas is pronounced AR-CAN-SAW, shouldn't Kansas be pronounced CAN-SAW? Just wondering your opinion. We debated the issue for 15, maybe 20 seconds.

Since we're such HUGE Elvis fans, we hopped off the interstate and gave the king a quick shoutout. Everybody lip twitch in unison. Thank you very much.

A little further down the road, we hit Winona, Mississippi. Kind of like our hometown of Winona, MN, only without the hotdish and bars don't ya know. Oh geez...

Day 64: 11/9/06

Driftwood dominated the river on our last day. We felt a bit like Frogger, trying to get to where we needed to go with logs rushing by. Sometimes tree trunks longer than our canoe would shoot past, adding another obstacle to be aware of.




We each strike a pose as the New Madrid levee and landing appear on the horizon. We didn't make it to New Orleans, but we did make it to New Madrid (pronounced MAAAD-rid). Would we be able to find a way to New Orleans eventually? We had faith in our fellow man (and woman).


We step out of our canoe and leave the river behind. It was strange to feel the creaking in our bones while standing and know it would be the last time for a while.

Four of our heroes pose with us in New Madrid. Those pictured are (from left) Curt, Evelynn, Mary, and Bud. The first four people we met in New Madrid took care of all of our problems. Funny how the world works sometimes... Curt and Evelynn were walking around the levee and promised us a ride to Sikeston, MO (where we could rent a car) if we could find a place to store our gear. Bud (an 85 year-old army vet) called the New Madrid towboat captain and asked him if we could store stuff at his house. Bud also gave us a ride to the captain's house. The captain's wife, Mary showed us where to hide our things! Thanks guys!!


On our way to Sikeston, we pass a cotton gin and shipping plant.


The great beard-off is officially over as we decide to clean up a bit for our re-entrance into civilization. Joe is disappointed to find only 15 species of insects in his beard, nowhere near Bob Marley's record of 28. Maybe next time.

You gotta know when to hold'em...

We have to break some news to ya... The canoeing portion of our trip has come to an end. We have decided to cut our trip short because of rapidly increasing barge traffic, eddy currents, wingdams, and tons of floating debris. The extremely low river levels that have come with this year's drought have actually created whitewater rapids over many of the wingdams. Although we cherish adventure, we cherish life more. A few near-brushes with disaster forced us to make this tough decision.

Although we didn't make it as far as we would have liked, we were able to experience all of the three river sections: the infant Mississippi north of the Twin Cities, the upper Mississippi from the Twin Cities to St. Louis, and the lower Mississippi from St. Louis on. Each has its unique features, but the lower is by far the most treacherous.

As an alternate ending to our adventure, we've decided to go to New Orleans anyway and take on a different challenge. The cleanup and restoration in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina are ongoing. Volunteerism in the area has dropped remarkably in the year since the disaster, though a vast amount of work remains. We've decided to volunteer with Habitat for Humanity in one of the hardest hit areas of the New Orleans area, St. Bernard's Parish. We will be staying at the volunteer community of Camp Hope in Violet, LA, where 150-200 volunteers stay (in very minimal facilities) every day.

Thanks for following our progress and the blogging will not stop here. See how we got from the middle of nowhere in Missouri to New Orleans!

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Day 63: 11/8/06

The amount of debris (both natural and unnatural) has increased dramatically since in the days since the Ohio River joined us. We're trying to figure out why this might be...fewer dams holding up debris, larger cities on the Ohio, or lack of river cleanups? Maybe the we need to be brothers of the Ohio too?


Why are we celebrating like the goons that we are? Today, we cruised through Kentucky, conquering our 5th state AND touching Tennessee! Whoop whoop! Elvis here we come.

Ben collects firewood for our nightly sandbar fire. Dude, you forgot your saw.

We keep our legs strong and limber each night by firejumping. Nice distance.