October 2011
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Crisco and kayaks, fall and fried chicken
Much like a frightened baby Chipmunk or a haggard coyote, when the weather becomes the least bit chilly, my cravings often redirect toward things that will keep me warm and sleepy. Freshly sliced pineapple and fish tacos sadly just don’t seem right after October 1st.
After burning roughly 6,000 calories paddling up the 8-foot tide drop by Hogan’s Marina on Wilmington Island in a...
