After such a late arrival to Graveyard Creek.. mistakes were made. When we left the boat that night we left the mirage drives in the boat and they acted as immovable anchors the next morning in the mud. Morg and I had to empty the boat of all gear so I could dead lift it while he removed the drives. We then dragged the boat to the water and repacked it. Heading through Oyster and White Water Bay proved fun but we were already beginning to deal with a wind out of the East (worst point for our travels). Regardless, we made it across and tourists in pontoons talked about us and applauded our efforts in the canal.
When we got to Flamingo we portaged the boat and met up with new friends. Whale and Ham said it was surreal to have to leave us in the everglades and were happy to see us. These guys were truely amazing. Later that evening after all were in tents (hiding from the rangers who didn't want us camping there) Whale came over to check and offer antibiotic cream for my hand which I cut on an oyster 2 days prior. I had forgotten about it frankly and took pause that he was concerned for my well being. It really is a tribe.
That night we had the infamous microwaveable hamburger. Awesome! Chips... awesome! Coke... awesome! And I had some kind of wafer thing that was in fact awesome. Sleep came quickly and we planned to get started at 4 AM as that was the time Whale and Ham said they were getting going.
Approximate Distance: 26.5 Miles
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