|The span of bridge, as seen from the Wildlife Ramp on Smith Creek, at the end of Midyette St.|
Here's a better close-up map of the village and its waters:
Here's the anchorage. The sailboat at anchor sits in front of the rocky breakwater. This is the dinghy dock where Muffin and her lady sat to rest after disembarking from the ketch. The big bridge is out of sight, to the right.
Shrimpers pull nets at twilight just southeast of the bridge.
Gaggles of seagulls follow the small shrimp boats and harass the fishermen.
|at the foot of the bridge, near the Wildlife Ramp|
|viewing the Wildlife Ramp area, looking back up Smith Creek on the left.|
I'm standing on the single floating dock.
|the junction of Smith and Kershaw Creeks, viewed from the Wildlife Ramp|
|the pair of floating docks at theWildlife Ramp, looking at Smith Creek.|
The little fishing boat was probably picking up crab pots or looking for flounder.