Rumblings down at the strategic command center while we plot supreme domination of all bonefish inhabiting this island eminently to lead to one, and only one thing -
THE DEATH MARCH
Bob was already borrowing time having just had knee surgery, so Gary and he headed north to the various structures around our deployment zone. Tom, Walt and I embarked on the infamous march. I ended up doing 11 linear miles according to my GPS, some percentage more if you straightened out the squiggly lines on the tracking lines. But it was well worth it, and no trip is quite the same without a march for me. Sick, but true.
The accomodations along the way were sparse.
Last Chance Rest Stop
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Seriously, it's a beautiful walk and I enjoy it every time. The buildings are from an old settlement, back in the sponge heydays.