Savannah
The Coast Guard chased us out of our anchorage this afternoon. Funny thing was, this was one of the rare times we followed the advice of the travel guide for the anchorage. Usually we see a nice spot and just pull over and anchor. The problem with this one just off the ICW on a narrow creek was that a casino boat uses it and comes through at night. There wouldn’t have been room for the two of us, so we thanked the Coast Guard for the heads up and motored north past the Tybee Cut into Savannah, and on north a mile to another side creek off the ICW.
Tomorrow, we’ll arrive in Hilton Head, South Carolina. That’s right, we’ve covered an entire state since my last post. Sorry about that. The weather has been just windy enough to keep us out of the ocean. We did try once, but it was just too windy (20kts) and rough, so we turned back and continued up the ICW. The cold fronts are rolling through with regularity, so at least the temps are very comfortable. The boat has been running great.
Rachel took her first series of exams for Calvert, and Kathy rode her bike to the Golden Isles post office to mail them. For a school assignment she wrote an essay which is posted below:
*Rachel’s Corner*
Tips + Info.
A Descriptive Essay on Amelia Island:
A gust of cold, salty air rushed into my face, and down my shirt, sending a chill down my spine. The merry slap of the never ending, tiny, dark blue/black waves made clapping sounds against the boat.
My family and I were traveling down the long, narrow, shallow Intracoastal Waterway (ICW). The engine roared in my ears and we charged on.
We silently glided between two markers. The red one read 17, the green read 18. Stardust, our sailboat, motored along a sandy riverbank covered with black seaweed and knee-high grass. A big, rather ugly paper mill stood ahead of Stardust. The huge grey mass loomed far above the green, luscious trees. White foaming bubbles were carried passed us in the inky black water. Brown chunks of sawdust flew out one tube of the paper mill. White smoke tumbled out two ugly smoke stacks, filling the light blue sky with steamy smoke.
We saw a marina, and went past it with almost no sound. Blue, red, and white hulled (or
bottomed) sailboats were anchored close by the now rocky riverbank surrounding the marina. A little island with thick green and yellowish brown trees was across the shore.
A flock of little brownish black birds twittered to and fro around the magnificent Stardust. We flew by large shrimp boats of various colors. The fishy smell of the pink shrimp hung in the air.
A little shop was now in view on shore, with a large silver truck, a little red car, and a gold truck in the parking lot. A white water tower peeked up above the trees. Trains tooted in the brisk air.
The sun was just beginning to poke its big, fiery gold face out from behind the dark clouds. Sunshine began to sparkle over the dark water, making it appear to be liquid gold. Another set of red and green markers passed by us. Now, a bright sandy shore surrounded yet another luscious mini-forest. Fishermen in black tops sped past in their little skiff, a tiny powerboat.
Stardust seemed to glide through the air on magnificent angel wings as I settled down to read my book. I felt peaceful and serene in the cold brisk air.
Rachel
Tomorrow, we’ll arrive in Hilton Head, South Carolina. That’s right, we’ve covered an entire state since my last post. Sorry about that. The weather has been just windy enough to keep us out of the ocean. We did try once, but it was just too windy (20kts) and rough, so we turned back and continued up the ICW. The cold fronts are rolling through with regularity, so at least the temps are very comfortable. The boat has been running great.
Rachel took her first series of exams for Calvert, and Kathy rode her bike to the Golden Isles post office to mail them. For a school assignment she wrote an essay which is posted below:
*Rachel’s Corner*
Tips + Info.
A Descriptive Essay on Amelia Island:
A gust of cold, salty air rushed into my face, and down my shirt, sending a chill down my spine. The merry slap of the never ending, tiny, dark blue/black waves made clapping sounds against the boat.
My family and I were traveling down the long, narrow, shallow Intracoastal Waterway (ICW). The engine roared in my ears and we charged on.
We silently glided between two markers. The red one read 17, the green read 18. Stardust, our sailboat, motored along a sandy riverbank covered with black seaweed and knee-high grass. A big, rather ugly paper mill stood ahead of Stardust. The huge grey mass loomed far above the green, luscious trees. White foaming bubbles were carried passed us in the inky black water. Brown chunks of sawdust flew out one tube of the paper mill. White smoke tumbled out two ugly smoke stacks, filling the light blue sky with steamy smoke.
We saw a marina, and went past it with almost no sound. Blue, red, and white hulled (or
bottomed) sailboats were anchored close by the now rocky riverbank surrounding the marina. A little island with thick green and yellowish brown trees was across the shore.
A flock of little brownish black birds twittered to and fro around the magnificent Stardust. We flew by large shrimp boats of various colors. The fishy smell of the pink shrimp hung in the air.
A little shop was now in view on shore, with a large silver truck, a little red car, and a gold truck in the parking lot. A white water tower peeked up above the trees. Trains tooted in the brisk air.
The sun was just beginning to poke its big, fiery gold face out from behind the dark clouds. Sunshine began to sparkle over the dark water, making it appear to be liquid gold. Another set of red and green markers passed by us. Now, a bright sandy shore surrounded yet another luscious mini-forest. Fishermen in black tops sped past in their little skiff, a tiny powerboat.
Stardust seemed to glide through the air on magnificent angel wings as I settled down to read my book. I felt peaceful and serene in the cold brisk air.
Rachel
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