salt marsh

I’d expected Oyster Landing to be crowded on the high tide Saturday morning of a holiday weekend, but we had the place pretty much to ourselves save for a few kayak fishermen. A local and fun family of 7 joined me for a salt marsh loop, and our little local celebrity bald eagle was certainly in good form. It perched on a loblolly pine where we rounded the corner by the state park boardwalk and flew right over us, as if showing off. 
 
Other marsh birds—ospreys, egrets, herons, gulls—graced the blue sky with their presence, and all was going swimmingly until one of the young men went swimming—my first tip-over in a while! I made the classic mistake of getting out of my guide boat to help him in, and I cut my legs on the sharp oysters when I sunk to my knees in pluff mud. But nothing too bad, nothing that would spoil what was otherwise another beautiful day here on the waters of the Carolina coast.