All Washed Up

All Washed Up

John awoke abruptly to the sound of fiberglass splintering against granite as his boat pounded across the rock groin. Soon he and his 32-foot sailboat washed ashore. A friend messaged, wondering if my boat had washed up on the beach. Standing in Spartina’s main salon,...

Saltmarsh Diaries

My Folly Comfort Zone It’s a crazy world out there, sometimes you just need to get to your happy place Mostly, I hated the total absence of sunlight. I also didn’t care for the separation from home. Time under the water aboard a submarine was little more than a...

Salt Marsh Diaries — October 2017

My Folly Comfort Zone It’s a crazy world out there, sometimes you just need to get to your happy place Driving home across the James Island connector from Charleston, still smarting from my second parking ticket in less than a week, I realize my current “parking plan”...

The Saltmarsh Diaries — September 2017

On The Hill: The Spartina gets hulled out of the water for some much-needed off-season maintenance Some boat repairs require that it’s out of the water. Boats too large for a trailer get hauled from the water at a boatyard. Boatyards are different from shipyards. As...

Salt Marsh Diaries — August 2017

Tangier Islanders mostly crab for a living. Small wooden crab shacks, built on stilts above the shallow bay, huddle about the east-west channel on the north end of Tangier. One or several workboats float (or flounder) alongside each crab shack. Below a church steeple...

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