Sarasota...a break in the rhythm that has shaped our days over the last month. Setting up camp / breaking camp; loading boats / unloading boats; marking charts with the route, distance and compass bearing; listening to weather forecasts; paddling through wind and waves; cooking and cleanup.
Sarasota marks 30 days on the trail. It also marks 2 digestive zero days.
Earlier we said that if it weren't for Frank, we would not have paddled from Cortez towards Sarasota. We would have found shelter somewhere. If it weren't for Frank, Rod would have had a much more uncomfortable time of it. A planned one night stay turned into three as Rod rested and recuperated from intestinal turmoil.
As if the warm bed and showers weren't enough, Frank drove us and our boats a hour south. We had lost enough time that without the boost, we would not have made the scheduled meeting with Pat & Roger. They will be our paddling partners for the remainder of the trip to the Keys.
Frank...a friend of a friend of a friend, former Portlander and OOPS member... he is truly a trail angel. He might scoff at the distinction, though.
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