This was the day that Andy headed back home and I was officially on my own for the next week. I was incredibly sad to see Andy go. He has helped me in so many ways.
I was a nervous wreck when I paddled off and watched Andy disappear off into the horizon. However, as I eased into the steady rhythm of paddling, I felt better and better. I cruised down Santa Rosa sound over mirror calm water. The heat was brutal and I stopped at a jet ski rental place to get some ice cold drinks.
When I arrived at Big Sabine, a huge storm was brewing off in the distance. I hastily set up camp and was treated to a spectacular and terrifying lightning show. I found out later that this storm had produced hail and that the lightning burned down several homes. The wind was howling across the water and my tent strained against the stakes. I was thankful for the deep stakes that Andy had given me the day before for just this kind of situation. It finally drifted off to sleep and awoke to calm morning.