I Channelled My Inner Swamp Man for a 1,200-Mile Paddleboarding Trip

I Channelled My Inner Swamp Man for a 1,200-Mile Paddleboarding Trip

Stacked up against the chronicles of mariners who found themselves navigating inhospitable waters, my predicament isn’t all that perilous. But it’s getting dark, I’ve been on the go since dawn, a severe storm is expected overnight—and I seriously doubt that anybody has ever done, or was foolish enough to consider doing, what I am about to attempt. Hot, hungry, and exhausted, calves and fingers cramping, I study the shoreline, where a creek spill…