My friend and great photographer Marcy Merrill lives full-time at Washaway, so she knows all the secret spots. She invited me to go for a paddle in the North River in her intrepid canoe, the Sea Nymph.
I’d driven through that area before. In fact, it’s one of my favorite drives, south on 105 between Tokeland and Raymond. It’s part logging, part protected marshland, so it’s completely undeveloped and swarming with eagles and blue herons. It was thrilling to see the underside of the bridge, comprised of huge old timbers, and the old log jams rising out of the water.
It was a rare, fine summer day and Marcy knows where to go. Way down from the bridge, after a vigorous paddle past ancient trees and numerous birds (Marcy knows the obscure ones, like Kingfishers), there are a series of floating shacks.
Marcy was telling me an environmental group recently acquired a huge parcel of the wetlands, across from the logging, so now it can’t be developed and your swamp shack remains a secret. Duh!
Vee haff vays of making you green!
I told my coworker Leo this story and he sighed, “I wish we were being run by environmental communists! I would vote for them.”
Meanwhile, at Washaway, enterprising July 4th types have built a beach access ladder. It is extremely well made, all smooth beach logs and tumbled lumber, pleasing to the hand and bare foot. My compliments to the chefs.
There’s a red tide going on right now, so don’t eat the shellfish.