Update from yesterday-. After we set up our tents we noticed a large cruising yacht anchor in the inlet across from us. A little bit later the occupants rode their dinghy over and approached us. We learned it was Paul, Dawn, and Sandy who live in the area and were spending the night onboard. A bit later they invited us over, offering us a heated cabin, beer, and food. This hospitality was so welcomed after a tough day, snapped paddle, and flipped yak. Devine intervention? Most definitely.
Paul dropped the girls off at the boat then came back to pick us up. Their yacht was remarkable. It had all the amenities of a small condo. Spotless too. Dawn offered us some beers and then served up some good ol’ KFC chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and cole slaw. Then Sandy whipped up her favorite bruschetta and we were in heaven. The community of the table helped heal us. Namaste.
Now, one thing about beach camping we’ve come to learn is sand gets everywhere. Have we mentioned that before? This is especially troubling at night. Part of the reason is the design of our tents. The Marmot Limelight2 has a strip of mosquito netting about 4 inches above the floor pan where your head and feet are. When the wind blows, sand finds its way between the rain fly and the main body of the tent. The mosquito netting acts like a sieve allowing only the finest particles of sand inside the tent. This stuff is like baby powder. Really aggravating. Jim woke up in the middle of the night complaining that he felt the grit of sand inside his mouth. Marc found sand inside his sleeping bag. The joys of beach camping.
It got a bit chilly last night and remained that way until dawn. We decided to sleep in since we only have a 2 mile paddle to the Boathouse Inn (motel stay). Why didn’t we just go there in the first place yesterday? Well it was an oversight on our part. We didn’t recognize it was this close plain and simple.
The skies were cloudy this morning and several bands of rain passed by. We broke camp and packed the yaks during a lull then shoved off passing by the yacht to say goodbye to Paul, Dawn, and Sandy who were enjoying their morning coffee.
We hugged the left shore and paddled by some small breakers over a shoal at the mouth of the inlet. Jim became a bit edgy when he saw the waves after his ordeal the day before. Funny you couldn’t see the beads of sweat of his forehead since the drizzling rain camouflaged it so nicely.
A bit later we were at the Boathouse Inn dock. This is where things got interesting. It was a fixed dock with a ladder and since it was low tide the actual dock was about 7 feet high. The good news was the water depth near the docks sea wall was knee deep which allowed us to unload our yaks, throw our stuff up onto the dock, then lift the boats up on the dock. Whew! Check out the video at the link below.
We’ll worry about loading and getting back in the yaks later…..
We will stay here two nights because of the rotten weather. It’s also a good rest stop to do some final planning before we enter the Everglades. Fresh water supplies go away after this so we have to plan on carrying about a gallon per day in this section. The extra weight will tax our already loaded yaks. We also get to do laundry, take a hot shower, and grab some food beside ramen noodles and tuna fish. Life is good.
Jim and Marc