You have to be careful saying "Munson" around the boys. We were conditioned to respond by yelling "Munson" at the top of our lungs every time we heard it.
As soon as we got to camp, Steve came by to see what goodies we had. The box on the right is our "chuck box." Pots and pans and our food went in there to be locked down from Steve, Rice Rats, and Vacacoons. Stuart's crew took on the "Chuck Box Challenge." More on that later.
We waded ashore from the canoes. "Where are the canoes?" you say? They're out there. About 100+ yards from shore. It was too shallow to paddle all the way in. What you can't see is the smell. Big Munson is a barrier island and the seaweed washes up on shore aaaannnnd rots. That's why we didn't need a change of clothes, deodorant or soap. No point.
Schlepping our gear ashore.
That's Steve. He's a key deer. There are only two on the whole island. You may THINK you see forty or so, but Steve is just fast.
View from Camp Site 6 on the "Backyard." The boys are wading out to docks to pick up our food and water. Oh, and yes, it's shark infested. Nurse sharks, lemon sharks, bonnet head sharks to name a few. You have to use the "Munson Shuffle" wading out to avoid tripping or stepping on rays and sharks. That's why it's called "High Adventure"
Steve making sure we hung our wet bags and suits up correctly. Steve is full grown. Maybe 30 pounds?
This was under our chuck box. That's a spider. Carnivorous. Venomous. We reached detante with her.
Our first dinner. At our campsite, we ate on the beach for ambiance and to avoid bugs. What a hardship.
Sunset exploring. The rock is caprock - ancient coral from the last ice age. Slippery as can be. End of Day 1
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