Our Trail Of Discovery has led us to many beautiful places, over the last few months. We've become hooked on bald eagles, too; and bird people love to talk - trust me! They are responsible for having steered us to the Rio, recently blogged about here. We thought we'd return during the wintertime, when migrating eagles call the reservoir home. However, yesterday's warm temps inspired us to hit the water. 
Out came our inflatable kayak... the one we thought would be stored till April. What a spectacular day! There are no words to impart the feeling of serenity we found on top of glass-like waters that reflected everything in sight.
The old, collapsed wooden bridge was especially intriguing, with its sprouting plant-life. Joe was reminded of the 17-Mile Drive, in northern California, where we saw the Lone Cypress. That was part of a great vacation with Brian and Christian... I must dig out some photos... but, I digress. Back to the Rio.
Other than the ramp provided for launching small, motor-less watercraft, such as ours, the only sign of development is a small area designated as a private beach for Orange and Rockland Utilities. We did hear tons of wildlife, but only witnessed a hawk, an owl and several ducks. We were unable to capture anything worthwhile, with the less sophisticated camera onboard.
With a little luck and more great weather, we hope to return when the foliage has peaked. We're not putting the kayak away, quite yet. Next time? A thermos of coffee and a picnic lunch will tag along.An awesome day.
