The last time we went kayaking, it was Memorial Day! This past Sunday provided an opportunity we couldn't pass up. We headed out with friends to try a paddle in a pond attached to a large reservoir about an hour away from home. The description in her book was enticing, no motor boats, eagles, pristine. Following directions in a book and putting the address into two GPS, we did eventually find Gate 43, although my eyes were shut for a few miles while we went on what seemed like a toboggan ride over a dirt road through the woods! Arriving at our destination, the ranger told us we were not allowed to use our own kayaks in an attempt to prevent the spread of invasive plants. This information was not on the Government website nor in the paddle book. Having kayaks on our cars, we did not want to shell out money to rent kayaks so we were directed to another pond not too far away. This was a little disappointing, the brook leaving the pond was overgrown and not navigable. We did spy a little thing swimming across a patch of lily pads. My friend said snake, I said muskrat? The men ahead of us said SQUIRREL. It was too funny! I wish I had had an unobstructed view to snap a picture. The men made a valiant attempt to navigate a few channels into the marsh grass and succeeded in rousting out a heron.