Mallard With A Mohawk
He’s small. He’s muddy. He’s mad as hell. He’s … Mallard With A Mohawk! This morning we did a couple of miles in the boat, with no locks at all, though there were three swing bridges. Paula gets a bit embarrassed making the traffic wait while our boat sidles through a swing bridge, so she decided to drive while I worked the bridges. The most fun thing we passed was this this boat. Our goal was Stockbridge Wharf, on the…