Day 4 consisted of driving, stopping to decide whether it was worth it to get out of the car and brave the rain. We repeated this simple pattern for nearly the entire day.

The veiws were beautiful, as were the beaches.  The rain, on the other hand, was the bane of my existence.

Day 5 consisted of much paddling both with feet and hands, a 2 mile hike through ankle deep mud followed by more hiking and more paddling.

Today I got laid in church. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to say that all day.

I have also realized something during my stay here.  The only naked people on the beach are the incredibly young or the incredibly old.  Neither of these groups of people should be allowed to do so.