I woke up around 5:30 or so, ready to go. Laying in bed, I caught the weather, and saw improvements from the day before. Less rain. I’m pumped. I didn’t look out the window.
After breakfast at the Hampton, I headed out to get gas in the rental car as it was delivered light on fuel. I needed to be at the camp by 8:30. Picked up a coffee to go, and walked outside to see dense fog. Alrighty then. Lets see where this takes us.
Heading to the camp over the now familiar roads was fine, albeit at a slower speed. I knew where a gas station was, and when I found it, pulled in. Swiped two of my cards in the machine, and both told me to see the attendant. Eat me!!! On second thought – relax. Fuel just isn’t my thing on this trip.
I went inside and the gentlemen was nice. He was Indian, and spoke english poorly. I could hear my voice getting louder as I tried to explain I wanted a fill-up. He told me I couldn’t do that. Huh!!! We settled on 8 gallons, which he seemed to understand. Coincidentally, that filled it. Whatever.
Continuing in the fog – I headed over to the camp and found Brian there. We both knew there’d be weather delays, so he headed off to take care of fuel and logistics and told me that my instructor – Tristan – would be arriving in a bit.
In the meantime, I found myself in an enjoyable exchange with Jack Elliott, a winter resident there in the camp. Interesting guy in an interesting place. Florida surprises me in its diversity. I’ll bet this Cherry Pocket Fishing Camp could be allot of fun.
I was looking forward to getting started and hoping the fog would lift. Had to let it all play out at it’s own pace though.