Trek to Cayo Casta

Kim and I took a nice little boat ride across Pine Island Sound to Cayo Casta Island. It was a beautiful cool day with lots of sunshine. We lounged on the beach for a couple of hours and then took off on a shell finding expedition. The beach is a beautiful white sand with lots of shells and some sections that are all rough shell particles. We walked a couple of miles and had pockets and hands full of cool shells, when the sudden urge for a bowel movement struck me. This never seems to fail, two miles from the camp and loaded down with shells. I should be having a lovely relaxing shelling session and now all I can think about is making it to the outhouse in time. I manage to duck-waddle down the beach with an ever-increasing pace the whole time doing the silent prayer of "please let the toilet be unoccupied". I side step up the flight of weathered wooden stairs and tug on the stall door, sure enough, OCCUPIED! Now I am in the five minute, seems like an eternity, fight for dignity preservation. Beads of sweat forming on the brow and a new prayer "let there be enough toilet paper." Then I hear prolonged paper reelage a few coughs and the toilet finally flushes, but no appearance of the occupant. Then a sink running, and a few more coughs and finally the door opens to reveal the only frat boy on the island. I hate frat boys! At least there was toilet paper, so the trip to Cayo Casta will end on a good note. We took the tractor ride back to the boat, boarded and headed for Pine Island only to turn back around and pick up a couple of young campers who had forgot about daylight savings. Who, but the same frat boy and his girlfriend. Twice inconvenienced!