‘Ol New London…

Dena jumped over me at 0445 and that’s weird. No, I mean she was up before me at 4:45 in the morning and that’s weird, or rather not the norm, but that just shows you how motivated we were to get the hell out of Hamburg Cove. Don’t get me wrong, it was a breath taking environment, a beautiful sheltered cove and the best ball-shagging we’ve ever done but after an entire weekend and a rainy Monday in the place, we were both freaking out to get underway. When we clipped onto Miss Sue’s mooring Friday morning there were maybe 15 boats in the cove which is about a 1/4 of a mile circle. We thought we were in the perfect situation for a couple of folks like us that just wanted to kick back and let a busy summer weekend on the water go by. The odd seagull circled, but we were entranced by the bald eagles, cormorants, and osprey.  There was also a small diving bird, so cool in its fast banking and sudden dives.  All the birds were hunting successfully, but the fish jumped right out of the water all around the cove.  One cormorant caught a catfish so big that it had to carry it around the cover in circles, tearing it to pieces as it went. Oh, how sweet and cool the water was!  There was a biological life to it, no doubt, but it was fresh and we needed that pretty badly. A lovely calm lay on the water and, refreshed from a swim, we got in Tinker and rowed up the river, seeking the truth of the rumored old-fashioned general store. I (Dena) caught sight of a stone building behind a small dock and watched it appear as we started around a bend. […]

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