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out to meet them.After a few moments of disgust,we accepted the fact that we weregoing to have a make a second attemptat the hike out, hopefully withbetter aim. Captain Kurt asked theCoastguard to call home and nicelyask his wife to come pick us up.Later, we would have a good laughbecause of this phone call. Unbeknownstto me, this was apparentlynot all that strange of a situation forCaptain Kurt, or his wife.We set a solid, perpendicular paththrough the jungle this time andmade every effort to keep withit. The “path of least resistance”no longer applied. All three of uswere completely soaked, starving,bleeding from various branchencounters and starting to feel therapid temperature drop. Shiveringmy way along, working to eek outthe small amount of light comingfrom our weak flashlight, I noticedthat we were approaching a breakin the thick jungle and all I couldsee was water.My first thought was that we haddone another circle in the jungleand I was spending the night onthe beached sailboat. But, alas, werealized that we had actually beenon an island. Very uncommon forthis section of the delta, this islandwas fairly large and explained ourearlier circle back to the sailboat.This time, we saw the road on topof the levee across the way. Therewas only one way out of this mess.I put my wallet back in my mouth,where it had been for the last littlewhile in a completely failed attemptto keep the contents somewhat dry.I also figured it would be the onlyplace that I wouldn’t lose it to theswamp gods. We did a double takefor any boats and proceeded tomake the 100 yard swim.I worked to keep my imaginationon positive things, like dinner anda warm blanket, but this was a bitscary. Not only was any movingvessel a real danger, but swimmingthat far across a current, when coldand tired and in the complete darkness,is not my idea of fun. Although,neither was spending thenight on the beached sailboat, soacross I swam.We finally reached the far bank andwere again greeted by thick, densejungle. This was sloped upward tothe road at the top of the levee, sowe were saved from anymore postholingthrough swamp mud, whichwas nice.About three hours after beachingthe sailboat on our nice little predinner,sunset cruise, we pushedthe last branch aside and steppedon pavement. We walked down aways to an old dock where CaptainKurt’s lovely wife was parkedand waiting for us. She had towelswaiting for us and the car’s heaterwas on high. We quickly loaded upand she drove us back to the house.I proceeded to eat the most deliciouscold dinner I have ever had,followed by an extra warm shower.I laid my wallet and its contents outto dry and crawled into bed.Interested in Advertising with AWM, email usatadvertise@adventureworldmagazine.comand we will send you our media kit.Please specify whether you are a race director/event promotor or a company seeking to reacha specific market of readers.Adventure World Magazine is a GreenZine 57