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Quiet Bay
I stopped here to walk back into a marsh area, but as I headed into the bush, the flies attacked. (Imagine 20 jet fighters buzzing around your head, landing and biting then zipping off again.) I headed back to the boat. That's not scum on the water, but pollen from the trees. Everything is covered with yellow this time of year.
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