It would be a day of heat; any wind would do. There seemed to be a light west wind most favorable for my sail to the Northeast Point of Bull Island. I had imagined Continue reading
Jersey Recovery
The wide avenue was typical in Asbury Park, New Jersey: lined with mature sycamores and restored residences. Soaring above the crown of the sycamores was an osprey, Continue reading
Chasing spring
Five neighbors and I canoed in the waters of Wambaw Creek in late March. The waters of the Wambaw Swamp produce Continue reading
Equinox encounter
I regretfully admit that Kingfisher was my second choice craft to venture out on the waters of Cape Romain. Continue reading
Fifteen minutes
Fifteen minutes is a short slice of time. It is the increment used in Britain’s Big Butterfly Count, held in 2018 for its ninth year. People are encouraged to sit in a sunny spot (as in their garden), Continue reading
From the clouds
We had anticipated a rainy week of camping and hiking, and were fortunate to get our camp set up before the rains came. This occasion was our annual Smokies hiking trip for Mike, Jim, and me. We found the site for our base camp at Deep Creek Campground in GSMNP Continue reading
Wildlife at the apex
On our passage to Bull Island, we swept through the marshes at thirty knots. Our craft was my friend Brantley’s Pathfinder 22. It was an exhilarating ride on a crisp and clear morning, Continue reading
Scenic Forest
The shift to daylight savings brought an early Lowcountry glimpse of spring; in contrast nor’easters continued to pummel the mid-Atlantic and Northeast. My hiking buddy Brantley Arnau and I headed off to walk the Awendaw Passage in Francis Marion National Forest (FMNF). And we had lots of company: Continue reading
Determined to know pines
The walk down the forest road passed between pine forest on the left, and pines mixing with hardwoods grading down to swampland on the right. Continue reading
Nor’easter of another name
There was a name for it – the rapidly developing snowstorm that brought the southeast a rare winter event, one more common for the mid-Atlantic and Northeast. My family and friends to the north Continue reading
River of many names
There were four crossings along the twenty miles of county highway between Greenville and Spartanburg. Enoree, South Tyger, Middle Tyger, and North Tyger: all rivers flowing together to form one. Continue reading
Helping hands
Kingfisher had been neglected for several months, displaced from her protected shelter under my house by a mitering workstation, and ignored by the arbitrary demands of home improvement. Plans for a sail were disrupted Continue reading
