Shove off from the pebble beach of the aptly named Gravel Landing, dip your paddle into the tannin-tinted water of the Perdido, watch it drip clear off the blade and become dark with the depth of the ...

“Oh yeah,” my sweetheart says as he steps tentatively into the wobbly canoe, “we are totally going in today.” The vessel sways precariously and I grip the sides at the front where I’m already seated, ...