The water is quiet as the tide slowly pulls towards the sea. Blackbirds are everywhere, and the occasional goose flies overhead as they migrate south.
It’s late afternoon, and the sun shines golden light down through the grass and trees.
We’re drifting slowly downstream, watching, listening, quiet. There’s a cormorant perched on the tree, barely ten feet from us. He’s beautiful, a bit nervous, but stays as we pass. Can you see him?
Her name might be Huckleberry.
10 points to anyone who can source that name!
She’s skittish. All kayaks are, when they’re not properly settled. She’s a real beauty, though; sleek, swift, and low to the water. A tiny, pretty little boat.
The gray water is sprinkled with rain, and everything is wet. I’ve just purchased this kayak, and I can’t wait to put her out on the water.
I put the paddle into the water and pull. She’s fast, and tracks a straight and narrow path. She’s close the water, and warm water around my feet swirls as it circulates through the scupper hole.
Turns are fast, side drift is small. This kayak is an extension of my body. I can feel every little wave and nuance of the water.
A very beautiful and capable boat.
I think her name is Jenny.
The attached picture was taken on my recent trip to Brattleboro for the Labor Day Dawn Dance. We went up a day early by accident, ended up sleeping in my car and outside, and spent the day kayaking. The morning mist was quite magical. Yes, we danced until it ended at 7AM.