Landing Creek, a serpentine twist near Weekstown, New Jersey, shimmered under a low-hanging autumn sky. Its waters, the color of aged tea, beckoned me with a whisper of forgotten stories and hidden secrets. Kayak strapped to my roof, anticipation thrummed through me like the wind rustling through the red and gold tapestry of leaves overhead....
The crisp autumn air nipped at my cheeks as I launched my kayak into the placid waters of Woodbury Creek. Red Bank, New Jersey, lay nestled in the distance, a vibrant splash of color against the golden hues of fall. Sunlight shimmered on the mirrored surface of the creek, broken only by the gentle ripples...