“Paddle left … now right … left again …”
From my position in the stern of a canoe, I called out instructions to Andy Lynn, paddling in the bow, as we twisted our way up narrow, serpentine Donahue Broo.
Moments after kayaking beneath a bridge at the mouth of Stonington’s Quiambaug Cove the other day, Andy Lynn, Phil Plouffe and I encountered a great egret imperiously perched on a rock along the shore.