It’s actually a blend of days because it’s been pretty continuous. This is a pic of our campsite yesterday. Left early and battled weather all down the coast. Dodging thunderstorms. Do you remember that scene in the movie ‘Last of the Mohicans’ when the doomed British dudes were being chased in a canoe by the really mean Indian guys? That was us. The British guys. Except we were fleeing a storm. And our canoes are smaller. And we have cooler paddles. And we’re not British. But you get the point.
We kind of freaked out when we saw lightning, ducked into a beach, put up a tarp shelter and built a small fire. Ready for the storm.
After about 15 raindrops the storm passed. So we pressed on. Some seriously scary following seas—constantly fighting getting swamped. Decided to cut the corner at the bottom of the state instead of go around to avoid that stuff at night.
After some seriously Jurassic Park-lookin’ river paddling for 8 more hours we got here at Flamingo at 3:30 am. Then had to break down the boats to do a small portage.
Then sleep for 1 1/2 hours. Then up and now getting ready for last 40 miles into Key Largo.
My body hasn’t ever been subjected to anything like this before. It’s been an interesting experience to find out what we are capable of.
I also learned it is possible to wash my feet in the sink here at the marina. I literally gagged at the smell from them being in wet suit boots for 6 days. Couldn’t deal.
Thanks for the prayers. They worked because the winds have been the right direction and we are almost there."