S drops me off at the East River put-in and leaves to do errands. I set out on the most perfect of summer days - low 80's, no humidity, a light breeze and sun. Perfect days lack pizazz. Give me something wilder. But, I need the leveling of a canoe trip, perfect weather or not.
The put-in was occupied by people drawn to the perfect day, futzing with their seldom used boats, struggling with preperations that should be routine, but aren't. It reminds me of why I don't belong to a canoeing club. I unload and paddle off in less than five minutes, and I head up the less visited Neck River because I doubt that any of them knows about the high tide sneak across the spartina back into the East. And, I'm pretty much on my own from then on.
|Yellow Legs sitting back a ways from the river.|
|Wren nest in phragmites|