Amy and I took the kids and Amy’s new canoe to Bayou St. John yesterday, right in the heart of Mid City New Orleans and paddled around for a few hours. We had a blast. We paddled under bridges and past lots of duck families.
Every couple of minutes we’d see a fish jump about 2-3 feet out of the water. After a second it would jump again, and then again and sometimes even a fourth time. It was really fun to see. We all squealed when we saw the first jump, pointed to show the others where it would emerge again, and then squealed some more.
Near the end of our journey when the newness had worn off, the pretzel and dried mango bits had run out, and everyone was on the verge of getting really cranky, we saw another fish jump. Sumner then said in his signature bothered tone (a little louder than usual and slightly annoyed at the world), “Why is that one fish following us around?”
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