Piney Point

Jun 19, 2022

            Northern wind-tossed waves came at me broadside all day, forcing me to stay alert and watch my path. The winds brought with them hot, dry air, reaching 94°. Usually, a breeze will cool, but not this day; it felt like being under a hair dryer. I went through two gallons of water. Typically, I use one gallon daily.  

            I arrived mid-afternoon at Piney Point, a primitive campsite on a narrow strip of shoreline with a straggly tree that offered little to no shade. A mosquito-breeding marsh lay behind a bleak berm. I left bright and early the following morning.