Every other year of so I take a canoe journey on the Missouri River. I usually paddle from Washburn to Bismarck, a distance that takes about two and a half days at a nice leisurely pace. For much of this stretch, the river feels wild and remote. You don’t see anyone else. Cottonwood groves line the shores. Sun bleached pieces of driftwood wash up on sandbars. The river braids into many channels that change from year to year. If there’s good weather, you can set up camp on the sandbar. At night you can hear packs of coyotes calling through the trees. Floating down the quiet waters it’s easy to forget that Bismarck lies just twenty or thirty road miles to the south. Sometimes you can feel like you’re truly in the middle of nowhere. Here are a few pictures from my 2013 trips undertaking in June and July.