Gone Paddlin'

The fishy smell of a slow river spot after days of springtime rain, just drifting through...

When one sense starts to go, you appreciate more the others. 

I found a Joyce Meyer CD in the little library hutch at the riverside park. And listened to it with the sunroof open at Willow River State Park in Hudson, Wisc. Busy place, but big enough to space out.

 

 

That last comment has nothing to do with masking or the pandemic. Just spacing.

ADDED:  No, I didn't paddle in the Hudson state park, though I have in the past.  I like the small rivers.  And I like keeping the special spots to myself.  Quieter, more peaceful.