The patchwork colors rippled beneath me and a pair of birds with five foot wingspans swooped down from above.
Trees sporting post-summer colors were reflected in the surface of the lake. The paddle that I dipped into the water stirred the colors the way a heavy wooden spoon swirls ingredients in a mixing bowl.
The birds turned out to be herons that had come to inspect the person slipping across the lake. The subject of their inspection was yours truly.
Along with other family members, I spent a beautiful sunny Sunday kayaking in Marsh Creek Lake. The outing represented my first kayaking experience in quiet waters - an activity I heartily recommend,
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