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judifilksign) wrote2009-05-10 07:02 pm
judifilksign) wrote2009-05-10 07:02 pm
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A relaxing day
Reprising a Mother's Day trip from a year or so ago, I went canoeing with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
braider today down the Big Darby Creek River. It was the perfect day for it; seventy degrees with blue skies and puffy white clouds, a soft breeze.
We rowed upstream for the first fifteen minutes or so, and saw a blue heron and a white faced barn owl.
Turning downstream, we paddled close to shore until I caught a glimpse of my house and the kids' fort in our backyard. I cheerfully yelled hello uphill as we floated past.
We saw many painted box turtles resting on rocks, banks and logs. We counted ninety turtles over the course of our course, in fives and sevens, lined up in rows of large, medium and small.
The sun sparkled beautifully on the water, birds sang for us, and flowers bloomed in the trees and on the banks. We saw a mallard duck pair. It was charming to see the male always keep himself between us and his mate. We scared a gaggle of geese into flying further downstream, but they ignored us with great majesty when we caught up with them again.
braider sang, which was beautiful, and I kept interrupting her to point out something stream of consciousness about our surroundings. (She was awfully gracious about it, and cheerfully appreciated whatever "Oh! Look!" I commented upon.)
It was a smooth, quiet river, so we would paddle across to the "rough" bits to challenge my canoeing skills. It was so fun! It's hard to think that this is the same river that threatened to drown my house with flooding not too long ago.
I spent the entire trip being overwhelmingly happy.
braider today down the Big Darby Creek River. It was the perfect day for it; seventy degrees with blue skies and puffy white clouds, a soft breeze.We rowed upstream for the first fifteen minutes or so, and saw a blue heron and a white faced barn owl.
Turning downstream, we paddled close to shore until I caught a glimpse of my house and the kids' fort in our backyard. I cheerfully yelled hello uphill as we floated past.
We saw many painted box turtles resting on rocks, banks and logs. We counted ninety turtles over the course of our course, in fives and sevens, lined up in rows of large, medium and small.
The sun sparkled beautifully on the water, birds sang for us, and flowers bloomed in the trees and on the banks. We saw a mallard duck pair. It was charming to see the male always keep himself between us and his mate. We scared a gaggle of geese into flying further downstream, but they ignored us with great majesty when we caught up with them again.
braider sang, which was beautiful, and I kept interrupting her to point out something stream of consciousness about our surroundings. (She was awfully gracious about it, and cheerfully appreciated whatever "Oh! Look!" I commented upon.)It was a smooth, quiet river, so we would paddle across to the "rough" bits to challenge my canoeing skills. It was so fun! It's hard to think that this is the same river that threatened to drown my house with flooding not too long ago.
I spent the entire trip being overwhelmingly happy.