Smoke... It Smells Like Manitoba

It is, as it has been since Tuesday, smokey.  The forecast for the temperature is five degrees less than what was predicted yesterday, and I'm guessing that the amount of smoke in the air is reflecting that much sunlight, but I could be wrong.  Of course, the smoke is from forest fires in Ontario, Manitoba and Northern Minnesota.

I put in at Foote Bridge.  It is very quiet and there is no one around.  It is calm and the air smells of smoke.  If there is the slightest of air movement, the smoke smell becomes stronger, probably from soot particles being raised off of the foliage.

The tide is low at the bridge even though low tide was about 3 hours earlier at the mouth of this river.  The low water gives me a chance to stumble over the loose boulders under the bridge.  Then, back in the canoe, I pick my way through the shallows, adding only two or three small scratches to the hull.

A Great Egret waits out in the center of the Gravel Flats, which I fully expected to have to wade.  However, the tide has reached this spot and I coast easy with six to eight inches of water depth.  I spot a Yellow Legs, the first since they flew north to nest, about 2 months back.  They are in this river most of the year, overwintering if it is mild, and only leaving for their nesting grounds, which aren't too far north. When I look closely, I can see a barely perceptible upstream flood current.

 Spot a few Osprey, a Great Blue Heron, Snowy Egret, and a Yellow Crowned Night Heron.  There is a real flood current at the Clapboard Hill Bridge.  It is not bad, but it is there.

Another Yellow Legs at the Big Bends, plus a few Willets.   

Below the Railroad Bridge, I take the Sneak, then the Side Sneak, then up to the top of Bailey Creek. Out here in the open salt marsh, the taste of the forest fire smoke is less noticeable. A solo Glossy Ibis flies over. I head all the way down Bailey, then the Neck River.  The flood tide and a head wind that has developed make the last bit of the Neck a slow crawl, but I know there will be a reward.  The dock Osprey Nest has 2 adults and a chick - the chick has some adult coloring, but also still has some downy fluff.

Some guy seems to be practicing backing his boat trailer into salt water. No idea what he is doing as he doesn't have a boat, but he gets out of his truck to check his work several times.  I turn the point and head up the East River seeing no point in finding out what is going on.  The current is strongly in my favor and I zip along upriver.

The flood current dies off near the Big Bends, but with no wind, it is still easy paddling all the way back to Foote Bridge.