A Chilly Dawn
Tuesday, November 18.
I’ve been a little out of touch with the world, lost in the Everglades and Southwest Florida, and I have been short on time and internet access. I’m sorry to keep you all waiting for any news. Hopefully you’ve all been able to follow our progress via SPOT.
Since there area lmost three weeks of entries missing, and once again I am short on computer time, I will be compiling some days together.
Jodi and I are in Naples right now, riding out this cold snap, and taking a zero day, until the winds and waves subside. The weather is giving us few options. We have a ten mile stretch of coastline with no inland waterways, and are exposed to the brint force of the wind and waves (in the Gulf?!).
Jodi is still a little sick, so we are evaluating energy levels, and tomorrow mid-morning we will head north, with the help of an outgoing tide. The wind will begin dying down, and the swells should subside, and it looks to usher in a pleasant weekend.
For now though, we rest and take care of the other things… laundry, internet, showers, etc.
“There are no words that can tell of the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm.”— Theodore Roosevelt
“I thought as I sat there this was the quiet we knew in our distant past, when it was part of our minds and spirits. We have not forgoteen and never will, though the scream and roar of jet engines, the grinding vibrations of cities, and the constant bombardment of electronic noise may seem to have blunted our senses forever. We can live with such clamor, it is true, but we pay a price and do so at our peril. The loss of quiet in our lives is one of the great tragedies of civilization, and to have known even for a monent the silence of the wilderness is one of our most precious memories.”
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