By the title of this post you might think I am going to enter
into some esoteric treatise on the poetic beauty of the river
that winds through our beautiful county.
Well no, that’s not going to happen.
I went kayaking with Bob yesterday. We got a late start
because we were trying to get a new GPS system working
on my old laptop. It took us until around 2:00 before it got
working.
The timing worked out in the end as the late afternoon light
and the lack of a breeze made for some very nice reflections
on the surface of the river.
We put in at the Monte Rio Boat ramp
While Bob parked his car, I launched my yak and paddled away
from the ramp to wait for him to launch amid the friendly Mallard
ducks that hang around the boat launch.
Once we were in the water we headed down stream.
Not too far from the ramp I spotted this Green Heron sitting in the
weeds. Can you see it?
The Mallards followed us for a long ways down stream.
Here is a Blue Heron in the green weeds.
We slowly worked our way down toward the Villa Grand hole.
Just above the hole we pulled into the weeds and sat for a while watching
the sun
After a while we headed back toward the boat ramp.
Now is when the reflections start to shine so just sit back and enjoy the
pretty pictures.
Eventually we arrived at the boat ramp which is just down stream from
the Monte Rio Bridge.
We had to wait for some guys to clear the ramp so we could take the
boats out.
The last reflection.
What a nice day.
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