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Originally uploaded by Suffering the Benz
Riotous weather last night. I wasn’t sure if I should risk a paddle this morning, but I didn’t hear thunder so I set off under cloudy skies after sponging rainwater out of my kayak.
I paddled downstream along the south shore a few miles and was toying with trying to get to the daymark at mile 606, but I decided not to try my luck and cut across to the north shore to poke around in large cove for a while. I saw a few deer grazing and startled a several herons before heading home.
When I walked in the door, it started to pour. I’d managed to find a space “between the heaves of storm,” as Emily Dickinson would say. Perfect.