 I put the nose of the kayak at the edge of the water, and by the time this terrific family of four got there--a pastor and a teacher, and their two sons, ages 17 and 15—the kayak was more submerged, so I knew the tide was coming in and my original plan to go out to the beach wouldn’t cut it. At the Brigham Hole, then, we hung a right with the incoming tide, as wood storks flew above. In the back creeks the shrimp and redfish and mullet were boiling the water like never before. We went all the way to the turnaround, past the Nature Center dock, and saw a roseate spoonbill and flocks of egrets and storks working the mud. I tried to complete the circle and found myself following the deep water through a new route, and I learned better the lay of the land for next time. You never stop learning out here! As far as low tide paddles in the salt marsh go, this one was awesome.
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 Lori and Alison and Lila, my oldest and most loyal customers, and I had the river to ourselves after the heavy rain in the morning. And the ospreys all aflutter and two little gators in Vaux Creek and. pickerel weed and sundrops and the duckweed blooming its little white flowers. Late summer is a vibe, the tide is just beginning to ebb for the tourist seasons, and its people and trips like these that keep me afloat and feeling blessed.
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