Captains logbook, July 04

 Tonight was a night like no other. The temperature was scorching hot, but that didn't stop us from embarking on an adventure. After a satisfying dinner, we made the decision to head to the Airpark boat launch and set out to paddle through the estuary, up the puntlage river, all the way to the condenser bridge. 

The process of unloading our boats was surprisingly easy this time, and we all managed to get in the water quickly without any mishaps. As we glided up the Portland River, Geoff spotted a kingfisher flying by, adding to the already picturesque scenery of the evening. Calia led the pack, effortlessly navigating the river like a pro.

As we emerged from underneath the 17th St. bridge, Dwain found himself being stopped by a rescue team. It turns out that two kayakers had lost their boats a couple of hours before our arrival, and one of them had a boat llla striking resemblance to Dwain's. Hastily paddling past the fifth Street bridge, we encountered children jumping into the river and numerous people enjoying the evening on tubes.

On our return journey, just before reaching the fifth Street bridge, Elizabeth pointed out a group of sea otters in a nearby hole. Three of them swam away, while the remaining two stared at us with what seemed like malicious intent. Further down the river, Dwane, Bryin, and Calia pulled ahead of Geoff and Elizabeth, creating a captivating sight as they paddled into the sunset, with water droplets glistening off their paddles.  we had a very decent fun evening well not having to think about our 9 to 5 as we enjoyed the beautiful day.