I am paddling alone for the first time on my trip on the Wallkill River and, frankly, I’m a little apprehensive as I push off from the boat ramp at Thomas Bull Park.But the waters are calm and the scenery beautiful. A blue heron launches from a dead tree as I approach, a beaver carries a stick toward the bank and a dozen turtles cling to a log.Presumably, all these creatures are deaf, because the rumbling of vehicles on I-84 is loud as the river cuts within yards of the [...]