We live a half-mile from the boat launch on Union Pond, a nice little lake dammed up on the Hockanum River, and so we kayaked around half the periphery of it and up the river until the current got too strong.
We tailed a great blue heron up the lake. Alas, every time the poor bird got up and moved to get away from the annoying monkeys in the floating things, they showed up again five minutes later. Obviously, they were following it! It finally gave up and flew away completely, only to be startled away again when the monkeys came back to the boat launch.
Kayaks rock. It's like the recumbent bike of the boating world.
Although between the dentist yesterday and the cat sleeping on my head last night, my neck is in horrible shape. My beloved massage therapist gave me enough attention to reach "cope," so I'm self-medicating and watching Moon for the foreseeable future.