It is the third day in a row. This is the time that something deeper can kick in and this will be paddle without the interruption of log jams and beaver dams or the difficulty of a tough wind. I paddle and I pass the cattails and overhanging trees. I paddle in silence, both aural and intellectual. I paddle and let what I see go with only the most minor of note taken. I paddle.
|2 osprey and a great egret|
The great blue herons keep moving ahead in short hops. Below the arch bridge I find 2 osprey and a great egret sharing a tree. The osprey at the top is small and clings to tilted branch. It reminds me of a 15 year old locked in a death grip with the steering wheel the first time driving a car. I am fairly sure this is an osprey fledgling.
I enter the Sneak just as two kayakers approach. I am not eager to give up such hidden details as the Sneak. It is not to be a jerk, but more that some places in nature should require an entry fee. Let them explore and find it on their own. I go on without worry knowing that if they ever try to find their way they will botch the first turn and find a dead end. It will be worth it if they should figure it out.
|Cedar Island from the Sneak|
The willets are quiet. They seem to be laying low and only venture out when necessary. When I reach Bailey Creek, one comes my way and hounds me for a minute or two. As I continue, I notice that the willets are only bothering flying birds, and only flying birds that are crossing the spartina. I watch a heron get chased, and then an osprey, but once the birds land, the willets back off and go quite, although they do continue to pay attention.
Once I reach the confluence of the Neck and East, I turn up the East and paddle back. At the big bend, two kayakers stop and tell me that they saw a bear up a half mile. I say, "cool". Their expressions do not say, "cool". I know it will be gone by the time I get there. Based on their faces, I cannot be sure of what they saw.