Camping on Big Wood Cay

The Captain: Geo

The Crew: Shelli and Nesterhead

The Vessel: Windrider One (Blow Me)

The Trip: Camping over night on Big Wood

Ok, saturday morning isn't as early as intended, due largely to Friday night bleeding into her. In our haze of recovery we get the boat, sustience, and alcohol and go. Once we are on Big Wood Cay from Site 2 we set out. Found an old abandoned plantation built who knows how long ago, but the place was overrun with Banana Spiders and Mosquitos so big they can stand flat-footed and molest small pelians. Not a place for the weak of heart or of mind. After giving our ceremonial 2 pints of blood and $25 pair of sunglasses, we run out of the godforsaken swamp that is inner Big Wood Cay. Back on the beach Shelli sets up the tent and we get firewood. Not that firewood ends up being necessary. We dig a hole make a firepit that would make any boy scout beam with pride and puff up like a rooster. Light the fire and start cooking steakums....we're still arguing over who's idea the steakums were. Regardless of who ends up with the blame at the end of the day, they will never again grace our firepit. Due only to the fact that they are one mother of a mover on digestive tracts of human, turkey buzzards and mosquitos that have fed on the aforementioned alike. This was only after doing a fire dance and consulting a OUIJA board to keep the fire going since if you dig 3 inches down into big wood cay, you hit water at high tide. And I don't care how good of a boy scout you are....if you can keep fire going underwater you deserve your pick of the Brownie litter. Anyway...I digress. after we eat, we set and watch the sun go down while having a couple Jack and Cokes determined to get drunk. The sun sets like it has for the last 14 million years, and just like they have for the last 2 million years, the mosquitos come out from their little rambo hideouts in droves. This is why we have the big brains and the opposible thumbs tho, because we are already in our tent watching them gather on the window screens. The bastards were bested and after an hour, they gave up. We exit the tent, and get more mixer and marvel at how bright the moon has made this rock. Once we eventually try to fall asleep it starts to rain.....of course we don't have our weather tarp for the tent so we get a little wet. Not a huge deal, we saw the cloud coming so we knew it wouldn't last. We sleep. Again we are woken by rain...this time it's midnight, and it's more severe. Wakes the whole tent who are now huddling in the middle of the tent for warmth. The rain abates, and again we sleep. Now it's 5:30 in the morning, go back and read the last 4 lines 3 times, because that's exactly what happends 3 more times. With the exception of the last time it rained it did so for 45 minutes. Nester started frothing at the mouth exiting the tent, snarling like a rabid chihuahua. Not even the mosquitos would touch her at this point, even their collections of nerves in their head could put together that they wanted nothing that she was about. We were all feeling it. The Bug Wood Cay Madness, she was the only one who acted on it. A rabid, snarling bulk running up the beach on all fours soaked to the bone. She was a good person, had a wonderful soul...she will be missed. Lessons learned....Don't dig a firepit on Big Wood Cay, Don't forget the weather tarp on Big Wood Cay, Always bring Deet on Big Wood Cay....or just Stay the fuck off Big Wood Cay.