Deep Creek VA

12 miles paddle from a chilly morning at Lake Drummond to Deep Creek at 3:30, tired after a light cold sleep, we're just above the lock out of the canal to the real water below and N to Hampton Roads urbania, as seen from the water side. Back in the swamp there ain't no skeeters, the turtles don't all jump off the logs, even a great blue heron stood thigh-deep and let us pass without flying. Another moccasin crossed the water, and the dense green leafy forest of brown pure fresh water smelled like heaven...or as close as we got so far. Still, 12 miles is a while to stroke and V is especially weary - and she has some sort of concern about going through the city with ships, boats and the world's biggest Navy base...her main sweat is the weather as we cross to Hampton, but the forecast is ideal - wind S 8-11...who could worry about that? We'll make it over and then find another place to hide. Now we're camped on the dock above the lock, awaiting the 8:30 am opening to move on - we don't think we're in a legal spot, but if sailboats can tie up to the town dock, why can't we set up a tent on the town dock? Sound like an arguement? We may try it out.