...and sent from that water, floating back toward the U.S. 52 bridge after paddling up past it.
Felt comfortable enough with the boat tonight to do an upstream ferry across the river even beating a quarter wind on the bow.
Saw a group of hawks riding that wind, a mother duck and her babies resting on a log, which probably would have interested the hawks, and a muskrat or beaver swimming along with a nice branch full of green leaf sprouts, probably dinner.
Me, I had Jimmy John's after.
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