Bill made it to Checkpoint 3 around 6:00pm. I wish I could say he sounded great and was looking forward to the dash across Florida Bay to Key Largo tomorrow. Instead, I got a whole lot of “jiminy Christmas!” Followed by a slew of “brutal, absolutely brutal.” And as badly as I wanted to say to him, “Suck it up Skipper, you volunteered for this, remember?” I chose instead to sympathize with him. (For Janice and all the other TECO ladies I say, “Isn’t HE lucky to share MY space?!?”)
This is probably the worst I have heard him sound in all the years he has done this race. (Yes, Bob Hobkirk, even the year ya’ll duct taped your hands to the paddles to get to the finish line.) The weather has certainly taken its toll and racers are dropping like flies. I’ve never seen so many “DNF’s” on the results page as this year. I am heading to Key Largo tomorrow to take him new supplies and after that, it’s all new for both of us. Keep praying to those weather Gods for fair winds (preferably from the South) and following seas!