It is a warm day and I have left my cold water clothing behind. I take the whole of it to consideration and trade the balmy sweat lodge of a drysuit for comfort and staying close in to shore.
At each of those rocky points, inside the stirring, I receive a push, sometimes from ahead or sometimes from behind, when I am in an eddy. I watch for the eddies, it's not that important but it is good practice at reading water. I note that the water clarity is poor, the tip of my paddle disappearing. While the bottom is often firm, it is coated with an inch or so of very fine silt, and the spring current seems to be carrying it along.
|the new nest|
I pause at the bay at the top of the channel, something I don't do often enough. A slap of water on the side of the canoe, a slap that shouldn't be there in the calm, draws my eyes down. I find a water snake swimming away from the canoe.