. Coast watch. Marine resources; Oceanography; Coastal zone management; Coastal ecology. and ominous. The wind calms a little, and the lake is a sheet of glass. We paddle a few hundred feet from shore, striking cypress roots with our paddles as we maneuver through the shallow waters. George snaps a few photos and makes a quick decision. "Let's head back," he says. "I just can't forget what Ray said about the whitecaps. Things could change drastically in a few ; As we reach the campground, Jenkins is cleaning up the lunch dishes with water from the outside faucet. He
. Coast watch. Marine resources; Oceanography; Coastal zone management; Coastal ecology. and ominous. The wind calms a little, and the lake is a sheet of glass. We paddle a few hundred feet from shore, striking cypress roots with our paddles as we maneuver through the shallow waters. George snaps a few photos and makes a quick decision. "Let's head back," he says. "I just can't forget what Ray said about the whitecaps. Things could change drastically in a few ; As we reach the campground, Jenkins is cleaning up the lunch dishes with water from the outside faucet. He says the water comes from a well dug there on-site. He shows us a light amber-colored water, like weak tea. "You can drink it," he says. "But I don't recommend it for cooking. It'll turn coffee black as ; The swamp's water has sired its own set of legends. The water was once a highly touted commodity. Its acidity discourages the growth of bacteria and other contaminants. That was a plus for early seagoing vessels, whose captains would order Dismal Swamp water for long journeys at sea. Some say it'll cure what ails you; others warn about drinking it without boiling it first. We ask for some, and Jenkins disappears into his office. He comes out with a plastic gallon jug filled with water. "It doesn't look like Dismal Swamp water to me," I say. "That's because this is water from Ray Jenkins' kitchen faucet back in Chesapeake," he says. "Trust me; you'll like it ; That night, I lie under the canopy of a starlit sky. Winds pick up and blow away the same cloud cover that made our day in the Dismal less than perfect. I hear the occasional drone of a Coast Guard helicopter from nearby Portsmouth or the swoosh of a jet from the Norfolk Naval Base. These sounds are soon drowned by heavy winds shooting into the swamp from the northeast, cutting across Lake Drummond like an F-15 jet and hitting the tops of the trees around the c
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