At the first bay are 24 swans.
I can go to the sea on such a calm day as this, and I ride a surprisingly fast ebb current - apparently I have the timing of the peak tide all wrong in my head. Great Island, a large and level island of spartina grass and a few small tree outcroppings, is awash. I am sure that I have not been here when I have had such an elevated vantage point over the island.
I'd been studying some old maps of this area and I just could not remember the Black River, although I knew that I had been up it. So, that became my destination, the last river before the sea. And, as I passed under the railroad bridge, the landmarks appeared. I could not remember what was ahead, but I always knew where I was when I got there.
|I've been here before|