Dear Reader, This morning we woke early after another night of pissing in a cup in the tent to avoid the swarm of mosquitoes plastered to the underside of our tent’s rain fly. By 7:45 we were on the water, hoping to beat the worst of the day’s predicted high winds with gusts as high as 30 mph. Our goal was just to reach our intended camp for last night, Piney Point, six nautical miles away if we paddled in a straight line. But in wind and around landforms you seldom paddle in a straight line. The wind, for a …