We paddled out and I was eager to see what would happen. I had my camera around my neck and turned on. Bring it on . . . I'm ready. And guess what happened?
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Absolutely nothing! The winds were strong so reflection pictures were out of the question. There were no birds to be found, no interesting clouds, not one darn thing. I guess bringing my camera is the best way to ensure a boring ride. So we paddled over to the spot that made me cry on a previous trip . . . the spot where we gawked in awe at the bald eagle. Do you remember my description of the perfect perch? Well here it is:

Can't you just picture the beautiful eagle on that perfect bald branch? No? You can't picture it? Here maybe this will help.
There. I feel much better now. Photoshop saved the day. That is pretty much the exact scene that I missed that day. So let's just pretend I took that picture, OK? Nobody really needs to know the truth.
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