It's a damp Wednesday morning. It's overcast & starting to rain. And I've not had nearly enough coffee to consider myself coherent. Sounds like the perfect time to grab a paddle, hike down the river bank and take a seat in my kayak. Right?
In an hour and a half of paddling, covering 9 miles of the river, the season's beauty was unveiled like a painting revealed at an art exhibit. It was as if I was paddling through one rich hued oil based painting after another. The viscous surface of the river was drenched in the saturated reflection of the bank side trees adorned by autumn. Cheers to paddling through paintings.