|After the second bend|
|After the third bend|
|After the fourth bend|
|After another dozen bends or so|
The Sneak is brimful and wide with the flood current changing and going in my direction. The Sneak is all bends, I slip the camera into the top of my life vest and leave it there. At Bailey Creek, I turn upstream for the first time and it begins to rain for real. The camera goes into its waterproof box.
The creek is full to the tops of the banks and I follow it to where it disappears...a submerged culvert under a road instead of a bridge to pass through. It was new to me, it was all bends.
I return up the main channel of the East, riding the last hour of the flood current until it goes slack somewhere before the stone arch bridge. And, it continues to rain a rain that one would not have started a canoe trip in, a rain that would not cut a trip short.