Time Well Spent

The time in Sarasota has been rejuvenating. Marc’s girlfriend Kim flew down and spent a couple days in Siesta Key while Jim and Carole had a great time attending a cousins wedding. It was time well spent.

Now the attention turns to getting the gear and kayaks ready for the next leg. Our plan is to shove off in the morning and take each day as it comes. We should have tailwinds this week. Yea!

The Key West Conundrum

We are hitting the Keys in prime season which means difficult lodging options for us. Camping facilities are booked and motels or rental condos are too. Many require a 2 day minimum stay. The good news is our friend Gus will be meeting us and will help shuttle us through this section.

For this reason we’ve decided to forego the “half way” celebration. It’s just too prohibitive in cost and coordination for everyone. Besides we want to get the Keys paddle over with then focus on the east coast. So, we will plan some sort of celebration at or near the end of the voyage.

Details to follow.

Jim and Marc

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3 Responses to Time Well Spent

  1. Maryellen says:

    Sounds wonderful. I know Christmas is past but thought you 2guys would enjoy this Kayaker’s poem about the night before Christmas. Enjoy! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
    A Kayaker’s “The Night Before Christmas” With apologies to Clement Clark Moore
    ‘Twas the night before Christmas at our house on the water,
    Not a creature was stirring not even an otter;
    The dry bags were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St. Nicholas would drop paddling goodies there;
    The children went off to bed without dawadling,
    Soon their heads were filled with dreams about paddling;
    Mamma in her fleece ‘kerchief and me in my wool cap,
    Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
    When out on the water there arose such a splatter,
    I sprang from my bed to see what’s the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
    The moon on the water looked the whiteness of snow
    It shone the luster of mid-day on the sea shore below,
    When what to my wondering eyes did reveal
    But a great big old kayak and nine mighty seal,
    With a spry old paddler, so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
    More rapid than orca on course they soon came,
    And a whistle he blew and then shouted their name;
    “Now Splasher! Now Bracer! Now Eddie, and you, Flo!
    On Rocker On Roller, Curly, Larry and Moe!
    To the top of the dock, and up the beach now Haul!
    Now Paddle Away! Paddle Away! Paddle Away All!”
    Off the beach, to the air and away they did fly,
    With beautiful edge turns silhouetted against the night sky.
    Up to the house-top on course they now flew,
    With a kayak full of toys, and old St. Nicholas too.
    In a twinkling, on the roof, there came such a sound,
    The sound of a kayak running aground.
    As I grimaced at the noise thinking here must be a hole,
    Down the chimney came St. Nick, and snapped up with a roll.
    He was dressed in a dry suit from his head to his foot,
    And the Gortex was tarnished with ashes and soot;
    With a bundle of toys on his back which did sag,
    He looked like an old paddler carrying a heavy dry bag.
    His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry,
    The beard on his chin was as white as sea foam,
    Though it looked like it needed a brush or a comb;
    The stump of a whistle he held tight in his teeth,
    The cord from the whistle circled his neck like a wreath;
    He had a broad face and a little round belly,
    That shook when he laughed like a fish called a Jelly.
    He was a happy ole kayaker, a right jolly old salt,
    And I laughed when I saw him; it wasn’t my fault;
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    He gave me the high sign, I had nothing to dread;
    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    Filled the dry bags with goodies then turned with a jerk,
    Laying a finger aside of his little red nose,
    A brace he did do and up the chimney he rose;
    He sprang to his kayak, to his team blew the whistle,
    And away they all paddled like a water-borne missile.
    I heard him exclaim, ere he paddled out of sight,
    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
    And may happiness and good health always be yours,
    May you always return safely back to the shore.”

  2. Buddy Morgan says:

    We are now in Fort Myers, near Sanibel Island. We look forward to seeing you and helping in any way we can with this area. Our travel trailer would probably not be comfortable for two adults but we have a vehicle, access to laundry facilities and are available to help any way we can once you get near. We will continue to watch your blog and provide our cell number any time you would like it. Buddy Morgan & Linda

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