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The convergence of land and oceanic paths …

Too much red wine was consumed last night so this morning’s jaunt that commenced at 5:20 had a silver lining; the early walk would help alleviate any throbbing dregs of an evening that Advil and a go-cup of really potent black coffee could only partially erase.

This was my first walkabout since a triumphant return from Charleston in mid week. Nearly 10 lbs. of speckled trout filets accompanied me on the way back to Charlotte. So in that respect, the time on the water in my fishing kayak was nothing short of a success.

Less joyous, however, was what was seen floating by as I lay at anchor along a tidal creek at Bowens Island; plastic bottles, the lid from a demolished cooler and a corner portion of a smashed polystyrene container.

Now, you’ve heard me whine ad nauseam about such flotsam. But the whining is well placed. The ocean, along with my treasured tidal creeks, are an extension of your and my paths. It saddens me to no end that both the dry land and saltwater routes suffer from the same inconsiderate treatment; none of this junk should be where it is. And beyond the debris that meanders by while I fish, that much more is seen lodged in the tall grasses that border the waterway. It detracts and to some degree spoils what is otherwise a glorious environment.

So as I traipsed about in the darkness from one side of Colony, Fairview and Sharon Roads to the other to retrieve and bag all manner of junk, my thoughts stayed on the sorry state of the tidal creeks. Both paths converge and in some ways are inseparable. One of these next trips I’m of a mind to keep the rods in the car and paddle up and down the fingerling creeks to capture and bag the menace that is oceanic litter. The fish I hope to catch deserve it.

About Dave Bradley (254 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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