I motored over to Bull Island with friends Ben Saunders and Rod Bungey – Ben for wildlife photography, Rod for all that the island has to offer, and me to view the second and larger of the two December breaches of the Jacks Creek impoundment. With the island’s new configuration, we walked the Sheepshead Ridge […]
I was listening to bird sounds at the landing before launching Kingfisher. I had named the Sunfish this bird for some similar characteristics – active, small, not speedy, and a distinctive look while in flight. I recalled last October finding a quiet place, a secret spot, along the Middle Prong in Walker Valley in the
I really didn’t need another project. I used to joke about how I had projects for my next several lives. This facetious idea was the result of a 1980 decision to embark on an ultimate do-it-yourself project – designing and building a house. It was a choice based on youthful energy and naivete. With the
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There were a number of river crossings on the way to the mountains. Enoree, Tyger, N. Pacolet, Green. My excitement grew as the elevation rose on a trip postponed for two years. I was following the waters of the Santee watershed to its upper elevations at the Blue Ridge. I met my old friend Mike
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In the process of submitting the manuscript for my second book, Tracing the Cape Romain Archipelago, I had the unpleasant task of having to reduce the book’s length. Several of my trips did not make the final revision. The following is a sail to Cape Island on September 22, 2006. Unfortunately photos from that day
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After the launch, the lack of wind was perfect for a kayak trip to Bull Island. These conditions were optimal too for spotting a loggerhead, or perhaps to hear its gasping exhalation. April is the month when I have observed these marine reptiles before the females begin their nesting in May. Paddling steady with the significant
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A morning with full sun, no-seeums, and without wind at the landing. A kingfisher flew by; the outgoing tide had two hours before dead low. I had a need to launch at that moment before the landing became dominated by pluff mud. I cast off without raising sail, and unconsciously began paddling while standing. Kingfisher
The ethereal morning fog was dissipating as I paddled across the Intracoastal Waterway heading for the entrance to Venning Creek. Actually, several entrances beckoned, and more channels split off, eventually all joining. Though the sun had shrugged off the fog, the marshes were swollen with the high tide, just beginning its ebb toward Bulls Bay
In plain sight The hole was gaping, as were others where the pulleys… Read More BobMarch 2, 2022 A place of birds It doesn’t take long walking on the Cape Trail to… Read More BobFebruary 25, 2022 A walk through Washo and Ormand Hall Of the many miles of trails/roads to walk at Santee… Read
Of the many miles of trails/roads to walk at Santee Coastal Reserve, there was no better place to begin than the path to the Washo Reserve. The entrance was right across from the parking area next to the primitive camping site; a kiosk provided maps and info. (See Santee Coastal Reserve Trail map.) The sky
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