We meet behind Locke, and explore the sloughs of the Delta Meadows.

With a small dock, we launch one-by-one, and wait .... before we all scatter... BASK style.

John showing a little sass.

Still cueing up and waiting for others to launch.

Paul; hoping for a reprise of his otter interaction. (sadly, no)

Sylvia and Peter observe the egrets in the trees.

These large towers are numerous, taking advantage of the flat land for miles around for delivering news and information for miles around. Each one is unique, and you must pick the right one to use as your guiding beacon, lest you get stuck in the sloughs, wandering about.

Wild Bill

Peter under the mistletoe-draped trees.

One hawk doesn't flush from our intrusion.

We find one of many abandoned abodes.

After 15 fretful minutes of seeing none of my paddling buddies, they appear, right on queue. "Turn around at 12:30... and they did".

First time on a BASK paddle, Kay paddles that lovely Ikumma with Susan as a companion.

Leslie and a big smile.

Also a first time BASKer, Debbie.

Paul, Sue, and Valerie