The river is now a document of the surrounding forest, a long meandering scroll, a ledger of elms and tulip poplar and sycamore and oaks... lots of oaks and from a the leaves, a variety of oaks at that.
At he first big bend I spot a pair of hooded mergansers, one male, one female. At the third big bend I spot two bald eagles, one mature, one immature. I add a late staying osprey.
|young bald eagle|
At the Post Road I wave to a police officer who comes over and asks me to watch for a man they are searching for. He is large, bald, covered in blood and wearing only underwear... a suicide attempt that has run off into the marsh. I assure the officer that I will recognize the man if I see him. If he is moving in the marsh, he will be easy to spot. I meet other officers near the railroad bridge. I take The Sneak and paddle up Bailey Creek as it is a natural boundary to their search area. I find several great blue herons, a block of black ducks, and a second late staying osprey. Not long after I paddle out of Bailey Creek, the police pack up and leave. They have found him somewhere, they would not leave so soon had they not.
And then, I paddle for three more hours. I paddle enjoying the effort and the speed at which the canoe travels. It seems to be more than enough.