SALT MARSH

Paige and Bill from Texas, on their 35th wedding anniversary road trip through the South, were friendly and cheerful and interested and up for the salt marsh adventure on a day with  blue skies and blue water. We launched from Morse Park with great egrets taking flight out of the marsh grass and the tide coming in. The wind gusted here and there, but not too much, as we passed the crabbers crabbing and the fishermen fishing and the least terns dive-bombing and the back creeks amazing in every sense of the word. 

I did notice, coming around the bend back into Oaks Creek, that the lone cedar tree on the oyster bank had wilted...another victim of sea-level rise. 

On the beach Paige picked up some sea pork in laughing surprise, and we watched schools of tiny minnows flit about in the tidal pools.  Ruddy turnstones loafed at the water's edge, and one pelican soared like a fighter jet. 

I think I'm batting 1000 this season--that is, good people, good tour, good weather, good times.