With some of them floating and others partially sunk I must be careful of my wake. Yet I am not. I am too close to the docks and urging my craft too quickly into its swift arc. I am half apologetic to a visitor on board. What remains is my exuberance fueled by the luxury of control as I take us over the slight falls, perceiving the difference in level by the buoyancy of the pontoons against this new surface of calm water.
