We shouted back and forth a few times, remarking on how easy it is to hear from that distance across the water (it put us in mind of what it must have been like to welcome the landing of a strange boat 400 years ago). There were quite a few little pleasure boats on the water around them, and they were hollering back and forth as well. I could hear the little sailboat by the shore ask them for the for the boat's name, and kyackers and a an inflatable motorboat were doing all they could get as close as was safely possible.
Sadly, the visit was all too short. Pretty soon the boat was passing us by. I chased it down the shore as far as I could, giving up on my highly impractical shoes in the process, and snapped a last few shots of the pretty moon painted on the boat's stern as it worked its way back towards the main channel in the middle of the river.
What a nice surprise to pass a Wednesday afternoon!