Perfect Perch

You might not notice from up on the road driving, but once you get east of the tidal influence at Bridgetown, the Annapolis River is rarely more than knee-deep these days. Since it's the deepest drought of my lifetime (and yours), I've been walking to all the places where I'll likely never walk again. Usually with my rubber boots on, as the water is getting pretty grungy and stagnant these days. Oh, well. Had a good scrub with the hose when I got home. Things out here are showing themselves that I've never seen before. This rock is a fine example. Sticking out like the fin of some ancient fish — perfect perch halfway across. As the gathering point of every stream and small river throughout the western Annapolis Valley, this is the last bastion of significant current between here and the ocean. Sinking just the little bit lower every day.

September 1, 2025
Paradise, Nova Scotia

Year 18, Day 6504 of my daily journal.