Watson River to Oyster Bay

Another great day dawned. We decided to attempt The Labyrinth and find a small unnamed creek that headed west toward the Gulf. We found our creek without difficulty, however, we both fell in the drink during a rest stop. The canoe did not swamp, but it did ship about six inches of water. The creek was very deep and there was no place we could stand. We self-rescued, baled out the water, and were on our way within twenty minutes. It was excellent practice and a nice swim break.

Both wind and tide were favorable when we reached the Shark River, so we drifted and ate lunch. The presence of dolphins was almost continuous. Blue sky, warm sun, cool breeze at our back, no bugs, no people—a perfect day.
We circled around the channels to the south and gradually made our way to the Oyster Bay Chickee. I took a bucket bath with the brackish water. We again shared our abode with the same party we had met on the first night. Dinner was a tuna casserole. The sunset was impressive for the third night running. Continued...