Fall Paddle

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An early autumn paddle.  A cold front had pushed through.  The rain helped to push the water through the canal.  The jewel weed was still in bloom, but it won't make it through the first frost.

I paddle along the shore.  It is quiet.

The lock is seeing the end of the boat traffic.

There are a few boats at the marina, but they will soon be gone.  By November, my kayak will be the only boat around.

The sumac always let me know when autumn starts.

The old mill is being turned into a museum.  I am glad to see this space get reclaimed.

I paddle home.  I pass under the Ovid Street, Bridge Street and Rumsey Street bridges.

I expect there will be more quiet paddles as the boat traffic leaves.