Hot, crotch pot cooking hot, as I think Robin Williams said in “Good Morning Vietnam.” Nonetheless paddling up the river even in the hot sun felt good. There was a bit of a breeze which I thought was working against me with the current as I went upstream. For whatever reason or my lack of direction, the breeze was blowing back against me as I headed back down river. Murphy, eh?
I believe this is a Double-breasted Cormorant.
