Getting By with a Little Help from My Friends

    For the first time this year, I went kayaking.  It was Father’s Day and I put in on Lucy Creek just off of Sams Point Road.  I was by myself but I wasn’t alone.  I counted eight dolphins on that solitary expedition; two of them were a mother and her calf swimming side by side, heading toward the marsh grasses to feed on fish they would corral.  It was a calm, dusty gray morning and the brackish water flowing around the kayak made a soft whir as it brushed against the boat’s polyethylene skin, filling the creek with a high tide.  The backdrop of the gray-white sky highlighted the vivid green of our new summer cord grass.

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