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Paddling
Journal August 2003 What will August bring? Summer
is coming to a close so a lot of paddling I hope.
Trips this month: 1
Total trips this year: 55
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08/1/04
Put-In : Hannah Mills
Time : 8:30 a.m..
Temp : 80
Weather : Cloudy
Water : Smooth
Tide : Incoming
I set out this morning with no clear idea where I was going to go or where I
was going to end up - not all that unusual come to think of it. I found
Cedar Point empty which on a weekend, lately is unusual so I braved the
trash and got the boat in the water about 8:30. I could see on the opposite
bank from the put-in a Great Blue Heron sitting in the grass at a point
where a branch breaks off to the north so I decided to see if the wind and
current would push me near before he spooked. He was so well hidden that I
thought he had taken off while I was positioning myself for the float in but
I decided to stay patient and kept my camera pointed where I thought he was.
We were both quite surprise when I cleared the grass and found him still
there a few feet away.
My back was a little more tender once I got out there so I really didn't
think I would stay out long. As I rounded the second big bend where the
creek splits off either to the south toward Clapboard or north and east
toward Cedar Point road and Hannah Mills I observed a lone Spoonbill flying
overhead. He was coming from the general direction of Tiger Point but I
never saw another.
I crossed over intending to take the northeast branch and hang out near the
large sea daisy island at the confluence of Cedar Point and Hannah Mills.
Just as I got to the other side I heard three loud exhales and turned to see
the large bright white plumes of mist exuding from the dark shapes which
were surfacing. This forceful display repeated itself and it was followed a
few seconds later by some intense splashing near the grass on the opposite
bank. There were a couple of fishermen anchored there and the dolphins were
at least 200 yards away so I stopped where I was and observed the dolphins
moving back and forth between the boats and the grass - often splashing a
great deal as they fed happily.
I scared a number of herons away from the sea daisy island and then stopped
to rest a bit. I was really thinking seriously about heading back at that
point but I decided to explore a couple of the small streams near there. At
one point I saw a small dark shape along the water's edge and paddled over
to investigate. I had just about convinced myself that it was merely a piece
of wood sticking out the grass when it moved and as I got closer I could see
that it was the rarely seen but always heard clapper rail. These shy birds
are the rude noise makers of the marsh and you can hear their whoopee
cushion-like calls resounding through the marsh at dusk. It is very rare to
see one, however and at best you might see one as they scamper from one bank
of grass to the next. It was very unusual for this guy to be sitting out in
the open and even more unusual that he didn't seem too perturbed as I tried
to get closer. Finally he had enough and in a flash he disappeared into the
grass behind him. I tried to do an imitation of his call to see if he would
respond but I guess he thought it sounded a little too much like my squirrel
bark or Donald Duck voice and he was right. At any rate he remained silent.
One of the little streams put me out in the branch of Cedar that heads
directly to the ICW so I thought "why not?" and headed that way. About where
the large sandbar is located I saw another promising stream and decided to
explore it for a while.
Finally, I headed back about three hours after setting out.
See the pictures from this trip
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