Sunlight breaks through the clouds. Wind has calmed. Load up again and paddle across St. Vincent Sound. The water is now like glass. Birds are everywhere.
Gulls scream overhead.
An eagle swoops down to take a floating fish stunned in the storm. Sandpipers scavenge on the forested bay shore. Lunch of raw oysters and draft beer at a shack called Ouzi's on Highway 98. The locals ask where you're headed. A guidebook says it's the best beach in North America.