|The North Marsh|
I have to make a decision. I've crossed the river straightaway from Essex's North Marsh. Upriver is Hamburg Cove, which was ice blocked on my last trip in there. Below me is Lord's Cove, a favorite that I have already visited several times since ice out. A bald eagle drops out of a nearby tree and head back straight across the river as if to say, "it's your problem, not mine."
It is a humid and peaceful day, the sky overcast with a thin layer of clouds, a haze in the air underneath, and wind that does nothing to disturb the peace because it is already so warm. Thunderstorms and gusty winds are possible if the heat should start the air moving in vertical currents. I keep one eye on the weather.
I turn when I get to the beautiful arched bridge that the Joshuatown road crosses, the place where the cove ends and the Eight Mile River enters.