The
morning comes with little fanfare at all. Knowing we are taking a zero, we get
out of the tent slowly. A wind will rise, and we will think "here it
comes". And then nothing. The clouds roll in only to disappear again. We
paddle down to the State Park to mosey around. We make a nearly silent paddle,
careful that each paddle entry and exit make no sound. Many birds are still in
the trees. Don't they know a storm is coming? This is the day of the storm and,
well, nothing. Okay, there are palm fronds dropping out of trees, but we have
had that at every campsite in Florida, even before we started paddling.
We
chat with some fishermen arriving from the gulf. They report that it is very
rough out there, even in their boat, and they make sure that we are not going out in
our kayaks. Looks like storm has indeed arrived and that we are so well
protected we could not tell. Regardless, we stake out the tent with storm
lashings and prepare for wind and rain. At about 4PM the first drops fall and
we hurry into the tent. By 5PM the torrents hit the tent hard enough that a
mist sprays right through the rainfly and tent.
The storm has arrived.
Mileage: 0
High 73, Low 41 clear changing to stormy
Wind 15-20, gusts 25-30
The storm has arrived.
Mileage: 0
High 73, Low 41 clear changing to stormy
Wind 15-20, gusts 25-30
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