Friday, November 30, 2012
Forget April, November is the cruelest month.
In October everything is easy; the sun is never too bright, the temperature is never too hot. It's easy to get up, get a quick paddle in and go about our days. Every day I can feel myself getting a little faster, my lung capacity growing. Want to squeeze a six mile paddle in? Head out of the house at 6:30, hike down the hill, launch, paddle, place the kayaks back on their racks and be back at the house by 8. Plenty of time for a full day of work. Every day the leaves are a different shade, every cove has a different species of waterfowl migrating south.
But November, everything is tougher. The deciduous trees are bare. The variety of birds whittled away to a huge flock of geese and a few mallards. The sky? Fortunately that's still amazing.
Labels Penobscot, Maine, kayaking Tales of the River