Trees cast enough shade to keep the sun from being too hot as I paddled my kayak along the canal. I couldn’t see much in the water, it was “black water”, stained a deep maroon, almost black from the tannin from decaying vegetation. Rounding the bend in the canal I came across another paddler, as we paddled together I found he’d launched just f few minutes before and had stopped to photograph some birds along the shore when I arrived.
We slowly cruised up the canal hardly raising a ripple as we went stopping from time to time for each of us to get some photos, mainly the waterfowl along the shore, but from time to time we spotted frogs and snakes along with water lilies and some other flowers that neither of us could name.
As we rounded another bend in the canal we heard a loud splash and found a bunch of teens swinging from vines, and after dropping into the water they splashed around and swam to shore, just to repeat the sequence over and over.
They waved a hello and after another half hour of paddling we spotted a grassy clearing we could land on for a much-needed rest and lunch. Then reluctantly we retraced out morning’s paddle to load our boats on our cars and say good-by
(my first attempt for this challenge, very loosely based on a solo paddle on the Dismal Swamp Canal and “the Feeder Ditch”.