Carvins Cove is a lovely spot any time of the year, but yesterday in mid-fall, it was unsurpassed in its color and calming beauty.
My friend Susan and I pulled the kayaks from under their tarp for one final run on the cove before cold sets in and we got exactly what we needed: church a day early.
Here is what it looked like. (The first below is Susan’s; the next 19 are mine; the final 10 are Susan’s.)
