Sunday, July 19, 2009
White water, white death
The raging rapids of Wildcat Creek. OK, more like noisy riffles.
What I learned on my first paddle there this morning: if you're going to be headed upstream, pack your canoe pole and some rope and expect to do a bit of walking because there are more than a few spots too shallow to move enough water to make headway.
The ride back down was a lot of fun though.
Nice scenery. I saw another heron and a possum climbing a tree and got up close to a turtle, happily not the big snapping variety.