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The scenery was exquisite and it was painful to be racing by it all. For the next few hours the British pair sat behind us. They actually were a lot quieter being there. The film crew motored beside us taking lots and lots of footage. Ed and I paddled on with vigour, dragging the pair towards the end of the lake.
It was a happy sight when I saw the hills converge, the river was back at last. When the British pair saw the river nearing they paddled off our wash and pulled away from us. I had thoughts of giving chase but they were more rested than we were and we still had a long way to go.
Two float planes that had earlier flown over us landed at the river entrance only a shore distance around the first corner. They were tied up to the bank next to the 'Up North Adventures' boat which was ferrying the film crew down the river.
As the banks squeezed together we could feel the river give us a lift, what a great feeling. We had now paddled 90kms, taken less than 6 hours to cross a 50km lake and so we were pretty happy.
My neck had tightened with stiffness but as the hours passed by it began to loosen up. As midnight drew close, the chill started to set in. We turned a corner and to our great delight, passed the British pair who were on shore putting more clothing on. As we slipped by we put the power on to put some distance between us, we didn't want them passing us again. Now a boat in front, was a boat too many.