So, there I am, standing up in a little, beaten-tin boat slowly filling with water, with my dog carrier, long welding gloves and phone on the seat behind me, when a tourist on the dock nearby offers their guidance, “Don’t fall in!”
“Thanks”, I sarcastically mutter. Summer’s almost over, right?
Fortunately, it was a short paddle to my rocky destination under a pub to rescue a baby raccoon, and I didn’t fall in. However, the guy videoing this odd scene may have preferred that Instagramable outcome.
When the already-dented boat clanged against the rocks, the crying baby raccoon, the size of a kitten, started desperately running over the rocks toward me. Her mom had been viciously killed by an off-leash dog two days prior and she obviously needed help.