When we paddled onto this island last night, little did we know it would be our storm refuge for the next 36 hours. Now trapped here for two nights. On the positive side, we have our own deserted personal private beach. Since it is an uninhabited island, however, the only way to communicate with the outside world is by phone. There are no facilities of any kind, just a friendly buck, some bobcat tracks and lots of turtle egg shells. Unfortunately, it looks like none of the eggs hatched, and were most likely eaten by the raccoons. Coons are industrious little creatures with a keen since of smell and delicate hands.
Phone service is sketchy at best. This, coupled with Sprint cutting my roaming service /data sharing capabilities, made matters worse. I have an unlimited plan that somehow Sprint found a way to limit. I cannot access the internet, receive incoming calls, or contact Sprint technical support since they allegedly “fixed the problem” last night. In a last ditch effort, I called the nearest Sprint store and was told that the problem is signals bouncing between two towers. Must leave this island to see if the problem is simply towers-related or otherwise.
It is now one in the morning and I must find some way to sleep in this humidity for we plan on paddling out at 0630. In less than four hours, must wake to pack. On the bright side - I can now see the stars for the first time in 48 hours.
I'm the Grey Beard Adventurer. But you can call me Dale Sanders, and these are my stories.