Steve wheels it out from under the deck…
The River Lamoille is surprisingly wide and still, like glass.
We see deer, ducks, hawks, beaver, and a fish or two breaks the surface. We pass under I-89. Steve makes noises like a pirate.
The motor is so quiet, it is like we’re gliding on silk. The sky and the water are the same.
I give Steve a look that says “If you keep making pirate noises, I will pop your boat.”