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| The birthday boy, with LDC, waiting for the ferry to arrive. |
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| Once on board the catamaran- we began winding through the marsh, passing Willets, Spartina, periwinkles and breathing in "some of the cleanest air in the United States". captureamericajournal. |
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| Our destination was the ocean side of Bull Island South Carolina. |
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| Low tide and knobbed whelks awaited us. As well as the following humorous situation... |
Decisions,
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| decisions, |
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| decisions.
It's not sand
It is pluff mud
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"According to legend, the mud was used to fertilize cotton fields that had become depleted of nutrients. This garnered the alternate spelling of “plough.” ...
Pluff mud has a vacuum-induced sucking power that would make James Dyson envious. You can’t really call yourself a Charlestonian until you have sacrificed a shoe or two to its gooey, vise-like clutch. The constancy of the mud vacillates wildly over the course of a few feet. Within a single step, ankle deep can become mid thigh or worse. Like quicksand, pluff mud draws you deeper the more you struggle."
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| Deciding to for-go the vise-like clutch. |
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| November 26, 2016 |