The bald cypress is a mysterious tree. When rooted in muck, it often grows buttresses called knees. No one is certain if the knees primarily support the trunk or allow the roots to breathe. And then there are the fall colors.
Thick stands of sawgrass line the edge of Chocowinity Bay and forms islands that define the banks of Sidney Creek and Chocowinity Creek. In the early morning summer sun they shine like fields of gold but in winter, they become brittle as straw.
Fog transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary, something unexpected.
The air was warm and humid. It enveloped me like a womb. There was no breeze except the one created by my own passage. Water striders dappled the smooth surface of Tranters Creek as I paddled up the North Branch. There were no sounds in the early morning except the jays and a raucous pair […]
It’s not the first or even the second mistake that kills you, but the third in a row.
Getting in and out of the Oru required skills I hadn’t developed sailing boats across oceans.
