Avast me hearties! Show me yer paddles.
We were so frustrated yesterday. The wind got under our skin. Being totally wet and in the wind sent shivers down our spines too. All we wanted was a nice camp spot. We found it…. Finally. This was one of our best stealth camp sites so far.
Come to find out this was an Indian River Restoration spot at the dead end of nothing. We discovered that after a nice gentleman came walking up this morning carrying a pair of binoculars. He was a local out counting birds. He gave us the low down on the area and assured us it was “probably” all right to camp there. No worries, the deed was done.
We awoke to thick fog. The weather advisory said it should start breaking up by 0800 hrs. Right on. We took off in calm waters and virtually no wind. Yea!
Jim came close to having his yak flipped by a manatee. He paddled too close to one in shallow water and the violent wake produced by the animal as it dove to escape scared both of us.
Eleven miles later we beached at Capt. Hiram’s Resort (27.822947,-80.470642) a hodgepodge of bars, restaurants , and a motel. Surprised this place isn’t listed in the guidebook (?).
We try to check in but our room isn’t ready so we grab some lunch and a beer. Before we know it the room is ready. The hot shower feels good. Time to do laundry. BTW, the dockmaster here, Tom, was super helpful. He advised us where we could secure our yaks and gave us info on local stores nearby. Thanks!
We decide to take a zero day here. We will map out the rest of the trip and walk to a nearby Walmart for supplies before shoving off Monday.
This trip is on its last leg. We are happy and sad at the same time. Time to start preparing for the Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome to manifest.
Marc and Jim