In July, I spent two weeks with my parents at their home on the Jersey Shore. I grew up going to the shore and it’s important to me. As a college student, I’d drive to the shore on New Year’s Day and sit on the dunes, watching the winter wind bend the grass almost flat and thinking about the year gone by and the one just starting.
In the summer, though, there’s not much chance for solitude at the shore. Luckily, my folks have a small fleet of kayaks, and they live on the edge of a small unit of the Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge, a 47,000-acre sanctuary for migrating birds that stretches along the coast. Paddling around the perimeter of “the sedge,” the salt-grass marshland that comprises the unit, takes a little more than an hour in calm water. I love kayaking, and I decided to try to kayak every day of my visit, recording the moods of water and sky. Some days it was just me. Other days involved a small flotilla. It’s lovely to revisit this peaceful interlude as the clock turns to autumn.
Days 1-3: on my own
Kayaking around the sedge, it’s just me and the shallow waters of Barnegat Bay. On the eastern edge, houses jostle for the best views, but on the far side they disappear from view. It’s quiet. As I rounded the farthest corner on my first full trip around, I felt simultaneously slightly apprehensive and silly. The bay is inches deep at low tide. I could walk back to my parents’ place. But then, as my strokes propelled the boat along, past ospreys and oystercatchers and under terns shrieking their displeasure at my intrusion, confidence returned. I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing. My enjoyment grew, along with deep satisfaction in my ability to paddle a mile or more around the sedge — in the effort, in the doing of the thing, in the ease with which I hauled my boat out of the water and onto the dock.
Days 4-8: the fleet expands
Days 9-12 : kayaking with Mr. Adventure
Days 13-14: solo again
Just a few more…
Despite my best intentions, I can’t resist adding a couple more photos to give a fuller picture of this special place.
My parents’ house looks west across Barnegat Bay, providing unobstructed views of spectacular sunsets. Drinks in hand, neighbors wander over to stand on the ground-level deck and chat as the sky fills with color, then slowly darkens. On promising evenings, I’d wait outside, iPhone and camera in hand, and take photo after photo. This series shows one sunset, the first photo taken at 8:17pm and the last at 8:42pm.
Every day is different
It seems self-evident, but going out every day regardless of my mood or the weather was a good reminder that even places we know well aren’t static. My mom often says she can sit and look at the sedge for hours, because it’s always changing. Even in the space of two short weeks that was true. By now the grasses are starting to yellow, and new birds are appearing in the refuge on their way to winter grounds. It’s the off-season at the Jersey Shore, and the kayaking is excellent.