My first quest to search out Mill Creek Point Park in Secaucus had me turning down a narrow street more suited for a horse and buggy than a car. The pocket-sized street turned into another and then another and just as I was ready to give in and do the most emasculating thing possible and ask for directions, the street began to enlarge until I glanced to my left and saw Spartina grasses moving in the marshlands like emerald waves in a sea green.
As I cruised cautiously ahead a big welcoming sign that read, “Mill Creek Point Park, ” came into view. I stopped and opened the car door and the effervescent, bubbly sounds of the Marsh Wrens filled the air from every direction. That’s when I knew I must in the right place for sure.