The night the navy dropped me off was nasty: roaring wind blew rain in from the northwest and pushed the tide higher than usual. In the dark I set up my tent on a sheet of plywood in the grass thinking it must be above the high tide line. Nope. Wrong again. It turned out to be sea grass and as the tide continued to rise, I shoved more and more 2x4s under the plywood, all the while praying and cursing at the sea to give me a break and wondering what I had gotten myself into.

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