At the bottom of the Wreck Beach stairs, I took the little trail that heads west, along the edge of the woods. I thought I’d go check out the birds in the quiet bay where the logged logs float.
I didn’t get very close to the edge of the bay. The sludge was threatening to swallow my shoes and I couldn’t find a way around it. The little stream on the right, winding its way to the bay, had some delightfully sludgy sides.