Setting off at 11.00am we caught the last of the incoming tide, went under the bridge and paddled passed a nifty folding trimaran.
Although not hot, the day was clammy and close and oh so quiet; only the bellbirds had the energy for some fitful song. Affected by the atmosphere, we oozled our way quietly up the river's edge, looking at the bush, spotting fish and being distracted by reflections in the still water.
There were people at the campground so we pushed on and pulled in at 12.30pm onto the edge of a small wetland. As we ate our lunch the tide crept in around us with tiny, baby fish and the odd tiny crab following in the waters wake.
By the time we roused ourselves to pack up the water, the fish and the crabs had receded and, unusually for us, we welcomed the light head breeze that had sprung up.
At 1.40pm we set off on our return journey, this time on ruffled water.
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About two thirds of the back we paddled out from under the clouds and ended our trip in hot sunshine at 3.00pm
High Tide at entrance: 11.33am 1.8m
11.5kms
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