August: Dillon, MT to Lemhi Pass. It took me a day and a half to get 17-20 to Clark Canyon Dam. There were more sections than usual which I could paddle, until I got to within 10 miles of the dam. After that I was pulling the kayak all the way through some fairly swift current. At one point, near Hightower Rock, the current was so strong, the channel so deep, and the water so cold that I had to take the kayak out , strap on the wheels, and pull it up the road for a couple of miles. The last mile was fairly level, so I was able to paddle up to the dam. At the dam I checked in with the Carrolls, who were working on my portage over Lemhi Pass. No luck - they couldn’t find anybody. Not knowing what else to do, I turned my kayak around and paddled back to Dillon, hoping that one of the outfitters there could get my gear across the pass. It took me less than 5 hours to get to Dillon going downstream, and once there I was able to find a ride to Tendoy, Idaho for my kayak. I got my gear across the pass, rode back to the dam, and started my hike across the Continental Divide. By late afternoon I reached a bed and breakfast in Grant, MT, the Prairie Horse Hilton, and spent the night there, then continued on to Lemhi Pass on Sunday. On shore after a long day. The 35 miles from Clark Canyon to Lemhi Pass traverses a high, arid plateau. Lewis and Clark followed Horse Prairie Creek and Trail Creek through this area and up to the pass. Most of Prairie Creek goes through private land, much of which is fenced off, so I hiked along Rt. 324, a paved highway which parallels Horse Prairie Creek until the Lemhi Pass road picks up Trail Creek and heads west. The road to the pass is not paved, and gradually ascends through dry prairie before it winds more steeply through Ponderosa pine forest to the Continental Divide. I camped at the Sacajawea Memorial at the Divide (altitude 7373 feet) on Sunday night, right beside the spring that Lewis considered the source of the Missouri. Like Lewis, I dipped my cup into the spring, took a long drink, and toasted the rivers to my east. I went to sleep with a mixture of emotions: a tremendous sense of accomplishment at having completed more than 2500 miles of upstream paddling, combined with a certain wistfulness at leaving the Missouri behind and an eager anticipation of heading downstream for the first time in more than 4 months. Click here for days 136 - 144 of Richard's journal