After being rocked and rocked at 5 AM in the morning by the damn shrimpers heading out of the pass just south of Indian Key, and open to where I was anchored, I was NOT spending another night there, and likely I will not go back! Waves on the beam, we rocked, we rocked, off and on for a half hour or so that morning... blah! So, Camp LuLu called... A nice "breeze" sail to Camp LuLu. Once anchored and rested, a kayak trip to Camp LuLu produced no shells this time. The wind and resulting wave action made it difficult to see the shells in the drop line on the shore.
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