Why? I’m nuts of course. No, no , no…I’m a New Englander and a Dane. Never got out of the thirty’s today, but the sun was strong.
Every month on the river has its own character. And every month has its own beauty.
Sort of like a woman, in each decade of her life she achieves a different type of beauty, and you love her for the what she becomes.
Soon my lady will be covered in robes of pure, white snow. She’ll be lovely.
After almost a week of strong winds, today was a calm and bright day for paddling up and down the river. You dress a little differently than August.
Still a lot of migrating ducks, who still take off at first sight. Got to get a camera with a longer lens. The last digital camera with a 5X zoom went in the drink last month, it wasn’t a waterproof product. Bye-bye. Just the cost of doing business. So this is the best I can do.
Now, could you ask for a closer landing to your vehicle than this?