Think we did a 27 mile day today. Sure feels like it.
Not sure who routed the paddle trail through this section but we think they may have been drinking heavily. The course snaked through a maze of canals here. Funny watching the GPS and seeing the route run straight through what’s labeled “Wetland”. So frustrating.
There was a couple spots we had to get out of our yaks and walk them through the muck and scallop beds. We were careful not to cut our feet on the razor sharp scallops. Marc still somehow managed to get a cut on his upper thigh. Worry about infection.
The water was so low most of the day that our paddles barely broke the surface. Then you’d hear a big scrape on your hull and wonder how much damage was being done to the underside. Cursing was prevalent all day long. Sorry, that’s just the way it is when your trying to make time.
We were so happy at the beginning of the day. We had tailwinds pushing our boats close to 4 mph and deep water. Felt good until all hell broke loose.
Jim called the Riverpoint Motel on our lunch break to try and get a room and originally was told it was all
booked up. After a few minutes the owner Chuck Morton agreed to rent us a 3 bedroom suite. We’re glad he did.
We arrived right at sunset. Temps are dropping. Word is there will be frost in the morning. Again?!?
Chuck drove us to the grocery store and also to grab a to go pizza.
Life is good.
Marc and Jim