We left Fernandina and since, I confess, it has been a bit of a blur. In Georgia, we wound our way north on the rivers through the low lying marshes. Many boaters avoid Georgia because of its winding path and historically shallow waters. I find it serene. The boat traffic is lighter in Georgia so you can look across the vast marshlands and almost feel as if you are the only living soul for miles. That is, of course, with the exception of the bird life which adds to the peacefullness of it all. Frequently we see birds nests on the mile markers and I was finally successful in capturing a photo with a bird in his/her nest.
From there we crossed into South Carolina which I always equate with Charleston. Unfair I know because the state has so many other great things to offer. Yet for me, a favorite spot is Charleston. We didn't stay this time. We only stopped to pick up fuel and water. The mega dock was filled with mega sized boats this trip. A sailing monohull which had to be at least 120 foot long. A big power yacht at least 150 foot in length and then this little 80-90 foot sailing catamaran that Dave admired.
Despite our short Charleston stay, we were able to take in some practice runs of the US Navy's Blue Angels. They were flying overhead as we crossed Charleston Harbor oftentimes just a mere 100 foot above us. The roar of their engines deafening as they went by.
Then with a blink of an eye we were crossing the Sunset Beach Pontoon Bridge in North Carolina. We were happy to get through. The bridge has been closing periodically because of the extreme low tides that the area has been experiencing.
The journey continues.
The Admiral
4/11 - 4/17/2010
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