42 degrees, Gale Warning, dry
Dobbs and I launched our kayaks at Elk River Landing and paddled north on the Elk River. It's an amazingly beautiful area, with cattail marsh lit up golden by the sun, a stand of cypress, and a shoreline dotted sparsely with homes and the remains of industry long gone. We paddled north past the old Trojan plant and mused at how the basin has shoaled to less than a foot deep. Trojan Yachts moved here with the town of Elkton's promise that they'd keep the channel dredged, but they never made good and Trojan took their leave years ago. Approaching Little Elk Creek, we turned south into the gut that flows through the marsh down to White Hall Point. From White Hall Point, we crossed the Elk and headed north, back to the ramp.