Yesterday I spent the day on a 22-foot angler, island hopping in the heat. I am completely in love with this place. In the wake of the boat trailed dolphins, who would surface when we slowed down. On the islands were girls with bleach blonde hair and neon bikinis, drinking Bud Light and sun bathing. On one island, there was a Civil War bunker, submerged where the river met the sea. It raised goose bumps all along my skin. Spooky and wild, the ghosts stayed on the shoreline. On the water, there was nothing but salt and breeze.