As the light faded, I paddled upstream. The river was lonely—almost empty of other paddlers. Then someone in a blue-and-white Eddyline Samba emerged from the gloom.
She was just ahead of me and she was looking at something along the shore. Turned out to be three River Otters swimming along the left bank towards the mouth.
Near the bridge I introduced myself and learned her name, Marty.
She’s a retired pathologist who’s got a vacation home at Bridgehaven. We enjoyed a brief conversation about national news, the pleasures of retirement, and restorative power of spending time outdoors in nature.