Crane
Crane allows me to get a rare close up. Usually when we paddle down rare visited spots, we are greeted with a startling cry from a crane roused from their peaceful undisturbed spot.
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Wednesday, Roger and I found a new boat landing. Had to park the car beside the road and carry our boats in. We paddled into Dove Cove. The water was only several feet and we could see the bottom. There were carp the length of my elbow to my arm moving around in schools. There were several turtles. You can see plumes of dust rise from the bottom as fish were startled by our presence. Once we moved into the main channel we headed up river against the wind and current. We traveled several miles and found a branch off of the water. The passage was narrow, the length of our boats and you could not turn in a circle but had to do like three point turns. Over hanging branches cast rays of light on the water that were refracted into more rays that illuminated the bottom in patches. Yellow and purple flowers, with the occassional red flower dotted the banks. You can see the schools of fish. The crickets are loud. We paddled north but stopped maybe a mile or so from the Latte Planation ar