Raccoon paw prints were all over our yaks this morning. You could trace their steps as they scouted for any morsels of food. Thank goodness they didn’t damage the deck bags or chew through the hatch covers.
Today was marvelous. We paddled with a south wind and the tide in our favor. It makes such a difference.
We stopped by Veterans Park in Daytona Beach, FL to top off our water supply for tonight. All the homeless guys came out to watch us land the yaks and take off again.
Marc had his first “Bad Boater” encounter of the entire trip. A fellow and his wife were fishing along the shore and tried to block his path with their boat. Words were exchanged and Marc tried to explain the rules of boating in a most excellent way (let your imagination run wild here). Jim was too far behind to hear this conversation and later said he was sorry he couldn’t get in on the action.
Paddling on….. We enter the Tomoka Basin. There are a series of spoil islands that stretch the eastern shore. We stop at our designated spot- a sweet little cactus island. Another 17 miles in the books.
We are rapidly advancing on St. Augustine where we plan to take the last zero day (and motel stay) of the trip.
BTW, Jim’s foot seems to be getting better. It’s still swollen but doesn’t hurt as bad. He is now know as “Old Hot Dog Toes”.
Jim and Marc
Jim’s Swollen Left Foot. Spider Bite? Maybe.