The government shutdown inspires a weekend expedition to the Southeast’s wild national seashore
VHWIRRRR, through dense fog, the sound of an approaching motorboat rises.
I swivel my head left and right, listening closely to place the direction. There’s no way they’ll see me at speed, I realize, slightly panicked. But if I paddle in any direction, even backtrack, I might move right into their path.
I’m floating in my packraft on the Cumberland Sound, part of the Intracoastal Waterway.