The Tides They Are A-Changin’

The Tides They Are A-Changin’

Last month’s flooding event was proof  The morning of New Year’s Day, 1987, a wind-driven 8.81 tide sloshed waves across Arctic Avenue from numerous pocket beaches. At the washout, ocean water flowed across the road, through yards, then into the marsh on the backside...
Salt Marsh Diaries — August 2021

Salt Marsh Diaries — August 2021

Giving Plastic the Boot Going plastic-free may be impossible, but we should try to reduce our use of it much as we can Every single time I walk the beach, I find plastic. I wish shark vertebra were so easy to find. I pick up plastic grocery bags, single-use water...
Salt Marsh Diaries — March 2020

Salt Marsh Diaries — March 2020

A Tangled Web Driving through the morning fog, back onto Folly Island a few Sundays ago, I noticed hundreds of ghost-like orbs distributed among the top third of the spartina grass. These orbs were spider webs. Tiny water beads from the fog had condensed on existing...
Salt Marsh Diaries — Shifting Sands

Salt Marsh Diaries — Shifting Sands

In late summer of 2011, I idled into the cove behind the southwestern Morris Island spit. Right away, something wasn’t right. I’d just spent the summer swimming, crabbing, and casting for bait in this cove and knew it well. Nearly every day, I negotiated the narrow...
Salt Marsh Diary — January 2020

Salt Marsh Diary — January 2020

A Close Call for Spartina Spartina, our aging 41-foot sailboat, sat idle for almost a year and a half before I decided to motor her 500 miles north for a minor refit. Boats shouldn’t sit idle. Understandably, her grumbling started soon after getting underway.  On the...

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