Dear Reader, This morning we got a late start leaving Suwannee, the town of canals and where everyone has waterfront property. The ceiling fan in our motel room had done a crappy job of circulating air around our rain-drenched paddling clothes which we’d draped over the three chairs – one to go with each bed in the otherwise spare room. It’s uninspiring to crawl out from under warm covers when wet clothes await you and grey clouds are outside. Besides, the tide was too low. So we dawdled until the sun peeked through the clouds around noon. We’d left our …
Deer Island: Day 47, Florida CT Paddle 3.31.18
