Exquisite gunkholes abound, all right, but chances are you'll have to share. It should feel a bit like you have stolen some pleasure from the gods. Two weekends before Memorial Day, you could very well be the only living soul in the anchorage. Two weeks later, you have to fight your way in. It's accessed by a narrow channel, and it turns into probably one of the most idyllic spots I've ever been in.
Trees come down to water's edge, and it's far enough up the river that it's fresh water.
Then there's a small estuary that goes up into town, maybe two miles away. Mmmmm, Scannello says, reflectively. Anyone who's been there always goes back. And not just with the dinghy. These days, some gunkholers lash a kayak to their bows, enabling them to poke around in almost any tendril that curls off a given bay.