For my trip I immediately crossed the creek so I could get to the wilder, more wooded shore. The tide was high for my trip and I was able to paddle right next to the marsh. I headed towards the mouth of the creek and the direction of the Chesapeake Bay. The further I went the fewer trees there were, and eventually it was just marsh. I spent several still moments just listening to the sounds of wind, rustling grass, lapping water and birds. At this point I crossed back over to head up the creek exploring the shoreline as I went. Egrets, herons and gulls kept me company as I went. The trees returned, as did evidence that some people still make their living from the water. Further up the creek the shoreline is a mix of forest, marsh and farm. To my eyes Hunting Creek actually looks cleaner than I remember, perhaps there can be some benefits to a world of changing fortunes.
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