River DolphinsRiver DolphinsRiver Dolphins by ~baloothebear6
Bottlenose dolphins swam into the river that summer. The entire pod entered where the Navesink empties into the Atlantic. Attention from the townspeople came with their arrival. They were a novelty, something to be stared at and investigated. It was like an aquarium, only down the street.
Within a week the entire town went to look. Some stood at the shore line, staring out. A finger point and shout of excitement drew the crowds' attention. The heads turned as if a string connected their heads to the finger.
Those with boats sailed carefully; fearful the propellers would maim or kill a dolphin. They were cautioned by authorities; threatened with fines. The whole river became a "NO WAKE" zone. Others rented kayaks to get closer.
A month into the pod's stay, my sister and I rented a kayak and paddled out to see the river dolphins. It took a few minutes and plenty of yelling before we coordinated our rowing. We reached the middle of the river, sat, and waited; hoping one of