It was a beautiful morning on the Damariscotta River and because it was so freakin early, we had the place to ourselves. Almost.
Being low tide, there were lots of shallow areas. On one such area, we ran aground. Being the chivalrous man that I am, I let Marcy get out and pull the kayout across the mud while I took pictures and mimed whipping her for the benefit of the oyster fishermen only a few hundred feet away.
To make amends, I went ashore and let Marcy revel in the beauty that is my dumper.