It was a great trip. We did the Mighty Quaboag there and back again between 148 and West Brookfield, a really nice trip on a lazy river, beautiful cool sunny day. Despite SPF 85 and a cap, I picked up some streaks of sunburn. It is the curse of the melanin-deficient.
The Jeff saw a snapping turtle (I missed him) and we both saw a bunch of little turtles. (Or "tortles," as they are usually dubbed while paddling.) We also saw a blue heron.
This is the underside of a railroad bridge. Pretty, isn't it? You get such a nice look at our nation's crumbling infrastructure from a kayak. There's a bridge I drive over every day that I really wish I had never paddled under, let me tell you.
This guy paid a visit to my kayak, and so did this guy, prompting many jokes about dragonflies abducting damselflies. And something horseflylike took a big damned chunk out of my calf.
We also saw many beaver lodges, all sorts of birds (many very nice looks at redwing blackbirds and some sort of gray-backed, white-breasted, moderately fork-tailed swallowy bird with an orange-buff throat, and a catbird who gave us quite a serenade--also an albino pigeon), but the real highlights were a juvenile Northern water snake (under that same railroad bridge):
And the beaver who stopped in her busy schedule to give us the once-over:
I am still kind of giddy about the beaver.
*It turns out my Cardiotrainer ap does kayaking. And it even puts an adorable little Universal International icon of a kayaker on your workout bar. So I know how far we went BY THE POWER OF GPS.