Visit a salt marsh

“My first experience with Pluff Mud as a boy involved sinking in it, much to my surprise, right up to my armpits. It took three people and a rope to pull me out. It didn’t let go of my shoes, however. Might as well have kept my clothes, too, because I had to get undressed out in the yard, and they still had to be thrown away after multiple washings, when it was clear they’d never come clean again.”

“I love to paddle back into the creeks, and I’ve sailed deep into them in the Melonseeds. Starting out at high tide, you can follow the winding maze of water across the surface of the grass. But as the tide drops – as much as 6 feet in this area – you quickly sink below grass-top level and can’t see over it. It truly becomes a maze. The creeks wind and loop around so sinuously you get disoriented, then lost.”

“I’ll just say it – smell will probably be least favorable on the senses when it comes to visiting a salt marsh. If you’ve ever been outside and stopped to smell the fresh air and instead get a whiff of rotten eggs…chances are you’ve smelled a salt marsh already. [...] Chances are if you’re in a salt marsh you will experience a mixture of earthy smells, including salt and mud.”