December 9


I woke up to rain beating on my shaking tent and it confirmed my decision that I was probably stuck on this island all day. Without putting in any miles today meant that making it to Sanibel in the next few days where I had been offered a place to store my boat was probably out of the picture. I stayed in my sleeping bag all day and tried to come up with a new plan of exit. Running scenarios one after another watching the weather. I saw a marina about 5 miles away in Boca Grande that would have to work. I decided instead of calling them to ask, I figured I would have better luck showing up, looking like a popsicle, and giving them my sob story. Either way I have to get off this island tomorrow.