salt marsh

A family of five from Walhalla and I launched from Oyster Landing two hours before the high tide and took the winding back creeks through the salt marsh. At Brigham Hole, we watched a man on a boat reel in a small throwback flounder, but all the other kayak fishermen we passed had been skunked so far. Mullet jumped and dragonflies flitted and herons leapt from the marsh grass, and the water was calm and high enough for us to get all the way to the edge of the causeway at Huntington Beach State Park, then round back along the maritime forest shoreline, crossing the oyster flats where a wayward motorboat nearly got stuck. In our kayaks, though, we floated nicely over everything because this was really nice excursion with really nice people. N🧊!