The launch, if you could call it that, was so muddy that I had to poodle-scooch down the bow of the kayak to keep from squishing into the knee deep mud.
And that is how my kayaking trip on Deadwater Slough began. A beautiful crisp winter day and light wind made for a very relaxing and enjoyable paddle. Unlike the beautiful waters of Puget Sound, this was real “brown water navy” stuff. Tight and twisting, each bend in the slough flushed a new raft of ducks.
There was no real destination, I just paddled to the end of the slough and then backtracked to a place where I could scramble out and climb up the bank. Then I found a comfy place to sit and brew up some cowboy coffee and munch on my chocolate chip cookies.
That’s it, job done.
See you next time. Kat