I turn back at Wooster Island, an hour and a half upriver from the feral cat park. I've ridden here on a decent flood current, somewhat stronger than I expected, and also with a light tailwind. I won't get much help on the way back, but with the tidal curve approaching its peak, I won't have much against me either.
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| looks like raccoon |
I've counted fifteen great blue herons so far. Ten alone came off of Great Flat where eight of them were in a single tree. I flushed three more off of Wooster Island and the others popped up out of marshes, unseen until they were in the air. I have also seen one osprey, one immature bald eagle, and a large hawk.
It is an entirely pleasant autumn day. The temperature is warm, the wind light with a hazy overcast and a very light sprinkle of rain that doesn't even dampen my clothes. I have a new paddle out, one of my long taper wide tips...its first use. It needs a bit of thinning on the shaft and grip, but the blade delivers a powerful pull and makes the j-stroke correction with hardly any effort at all.
An hour out, the wind starts to come up. It's not bad. I pull away and do what I seem to do best, move and pay attention to stuff.
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