Glenn Charles

Adventurer | Photographer | Connector

Today I am a Time Traveler with a Camera... Tomorrow, who knows

Full Moon Paddle

I promise not to talk about the weather, because I know everyone, everywhere is experiencing the most bizarre winter in quite a while.  So instead, this morning at 2:00 AM I got up to a 'near' full moon and ate a quick breakfast and broke camp.  I was off to do one of my favorite things, paddle at night, but with a very special twist, I had a full moon to guide me.

I was not let down, as I glided down the Indian River, the moon was bright enough that I could see the bottom of the river when I was near the shore and in the shallows.  This is really a very interesting stretch of water because the river is  quite wide, and yet fairly developed on both sides.  On the west, you have the constant hum of A1A and the freight train that runs parallel to it.  The effect is that while you are in this pristine environment, you are constantly reminded of the civilization that surrounds you. 

However, I am always amazed and pleased at how paddling at night can return even the most urbanized location to that of pristine beauty and serene quite.  You no longer can see the houses and boats and buildings that dot the landscape.  The light pollution is minimized to distant towers and the occasional boat dock with some type of lighting, including those that have taken to placing colored lights under the water.

All the while, gliding down this now peaceful location, you are greeted with the sounds of disturbed herons.  Those of you that are familiar with this know that it is almost like a dog barking.  They are so easily disturbed and very quick to let you know how perturbed they are.  As you glide amongst the dock pylons you come across the Pelicans roosting on the tops of poles, heads turned backwards, tucked into their thick plumage.  Dotting across the darkness you find a few bats out searching for early morning (or late??) meals.  If you aren't careful you are likely to paddle right on top of those cool little birds, whose names I have never figured out, that float out at sea in large groups, apparently sleeping this way.

So, you have a few more days of this amazing moon.  I encourage you to grab your paddle and your Yak and get out there by yourself or with friends and enjoy the amazing peace and serenity to be found gliding on the water under a full moon.