The motor from Beaufort to Savannah was uneventful.
We found that we now also had to contend with idle speed only zones. These can really slow you down so we cheated a little. At 5 knots, we leave absolutely no wake. Even at full speed, we leave no more wake than a big planing power boat at idle. The fine in Beaufort for going to fast, however, can be over $1000.00, so you don’t want to get dinged.
This whole area is flat, with a lot of swampy grasslands. The birds make good use of the navigational markers, perching and often building nests on top. I found the whole area quite beautiful but a little boring for lack of variety. Dolphin sightings were becoming remarkably common. Unfortunately, they are almost impossible to photograph with a digital camera. The time delay between pushing the shutter release and the snap of the photograph is simply too long.
Multihulls were becoming very common. We tried to raise the Canadian trimaran, Sulis, by radio, but to no avail.
Beverley beat some of the boredom by practicing her artwork.
When we headed up the Savannah River, the current was at its maximum ebb. It took us an hour and a half to cover 8 miles. The next day, coming back down at the same time of day, it would take us little more than 30 minutes.
Crossing the state line into Georgia felt like a real milestone. We felt we were now in the deep South.
There are no anchorages at Savannah so we had planned to stay at the town dock. Unfortunately, that being a Sunday afternoon, the dock was full of runabouts. We bit the bullet and went to the Hyatt next door. At $3 per foot, I would not want to do this often. Of course, within a few hours, there was lots of space at the town dock at $1 per foot. I must admit, however, that it was nice to have access to the Hyatt, their gym and showers.
The next day, we went grocery shopping and then did the trolley tour.
The waterfront is beautifully restored and vibrant. Savannah seems to be immensely proud of their heritage and is determined to conserve it. They have a large number of “squares” or small parks. Often, these have magnificent oaks, hundreds of years old, adorned with hanging air plants.
We were a bit surprised to discover that they were celebrating Remembrance Day on Nov 12, calling it Veterans Day. The parade almost sidetracked our grocery shopping. Fortunately for us, it was still forming, so we were able to cross. Otherwise, we would have had a long wait.
Our friends on Joanne-Marie in the trawler had caught up by now, so we left Savannah about 2 PM to meet with them at an anchorage in the middle of nowhere, the Vernon River.
It was almost completely dark by the time we arrived (about 6 PM). I would not have attempted the last mile or so if we did not have out trusted Fugawi software/GPS combination working as a chart plotter.
It was good to be reunited for cocktails with our friends Herb, Joanne and Lee.
I think they were as glad to see us as we were them.
Joanne had taken pictures the second day of our underwear hanging on the lifelines. Thanks Dorothy(mother Davidge) for the small portable washer, it has been wonderful! There certainly is a shortage of Laundromats on this route. Bev
We found that we now also had to contend with idle speed only zones. These can really slow you down so we cheated a little. At 5 knots, we leave absolutely no wake. Even at full speed, we leave no more wake than a big planing power boat at idle. The fine in Beaufort for going to fast, however, can be over $1000.00, so you don’t want to get dinged.
This whole area is flat, with a lot of swampy grasslands. The birds make good use of the navigational markers, perching and often building nests on top. I found the whole area quite beautiful but a little boring for lack of variety. Dolphin sightings were becoming remarkably common. Unfortunately, they are almost impossible to photograph with a digital camera. The time delay between pushing the shutter release and the snap of the photograph is simply too long.
Multihulls were becoming very common. We tried to raise the Canadian trimaran, Sulis, by radio, but to no avail.
Beverley beat some of the boredom by practicing her artwork.
When we headed up the Savannah River, the current was at its maximum ebb. It took us an hour and a half to cover 8 miles. The next day, coming back down at the same time of day, it would take us little more than 30 minutes.
Crossing the state line into Georgia felt like a real milestone. We felt we were now in the deep South.
There are no anchorages at Savannah so we had planned to stay at the town dock. Unfortunately, that being a Sunday afternoon, the dock was full of runabouts. We bit the bullet and went to the Hyatt next door. At $3 per foot, I would not want to do this often. Of course, within a few hours, there was lots of space at the town dock at $1 per foot. I must admit, however, that it was nice to have access to the Hyatt, their gym and showers.
The next day, we went grocery shopping and then did the trolley tour.
The waterfront is beautifully restored and vibrant. Savannah seems to be immensely proud of their heritage and is determined to conserve it. They have a large number of “squares” or small parks. Often, these have magnificent oaks, hundreds of years old, adorned with hanging air plants.
We were a bit surprised to discover that they were celebrating Remembrance Day on Nov 12, calling it Veterans Day. The parade almost sidetracked our grocery shopping. Fortunately for us, it was still forming, so we were able to cross. Otherwise, we would have had a long wait.
Our friends on Joanne-Marie in the trawler had caught up by now, so we left Savannah about 2 PM to meet with them at an anchorage in the middle of nowhere, the Vernon River.
It was almost completely dark by the time we arrived (about 6 PM). I would not have attempted the last mile or so if we did not have out trusted Fugawi software/GPS combination working as a chart plotter.
It was good to be reunited for cocktails with our friends Herb, Joanne and Lee.
I think they were as glad to see us as we were them.
Joanne had taken pictures the second day of our underwear hanging on the lifelines. Thanks Dorothy(mother Davidge) for the small portable washer, it has been wonderful! There certainly is a shortage of Laundromats on this route. Bev
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