Windsurfing 97

The morning broke very cold for west central Florida. The mid 40s is unseasonably cold for this time of year and I was feeling every degree. I was stoking the fire, trying to beat back the cold and waiting for my coffee to heat up, when two commercial fishermen motored past my campsite. I wondered how they felt about the cold weather. I had spent the night on a small mangrove island near the mouth of Bishop Harbor in Tampa Bay. Last night in the orange glow of the setting sun I found a small spit of sand adequate enough to set up camp. ..