Our second day began with a headwind as paddled down the coast.
Here's Al taking a break from the sun under the shade of the mangroves.
Peter relaxing...
Watch out where you point those things!
Here I am with a crabby friend. There were many dead Limulus Polyphemus on the beaches.
Hog Key
Unlike the first night, it took us a while to identify our second campsite. Hog key is "unimproved." There wasn't even a sign, just a series of beaches.
The beach was all plowed up and we saw deer tracks everywhere - or so we thought. While we were cooking dinner the welcoming committee showed up - a large boar with tusks - the head hog of Hog Key. He walked around our campsite neither inquisitive or aggressive.
