We were up and ready this morning at eight
thirty, the one journey south we had to get the tides right to minimise the risk
of too much “sailing on the spot”. As Bear was raising the anchor I saw this
young chap sitting on the telegraph pole opposite.
Yet again we jumped up and down, clapping and squealing, once again all we got
was a slight turn of the head.
A couple of sunbathers,
an itch to deal with and seeing what the morning
The fun part of this short ten mile
journey was crossing the Elba cut. One minute we are
in a skinny little ‘stream’ with 0.1 metres below us, then out into the main
Savannah River with 9.1 metres below us. Our first look at the suspension bridge in the city of Savannah. Then across
into St Augustine Creek with some lumps brushing the bottom of the girl, passing
a bigger bump with sea birds sunning themselves.
Timed just right as a chum rounded the
It made us laugh to see a big girl parallel to us hidden by bushes, to peeking
out, then passing the very lump the seabirds were resting on
My nemesis on our journey north was Causton Bluff Bridge. Bear had called the bridge to open, I
was on duty, took the middle of the channel and got a little stuck on the spot.
Next thing the bridge master is saying “You comin’ Cap”. Eased off the mud and
full throttle to go through, the voice then said, “keep left Cap, real shallow
on the right”. This time I saw a pelican and heard myself say, “I hope that
pelican is swimming and not standing up”. Well I made the excuse of taking some
photos which resulted in Bear on the wheel which just happened to get him to do
the bit before the bridge, cunning plan eh. Well I did take some pictures which
included a chap doing a bit of WD40-ing to the
lifting gears. Only a few minutes until we are there, so Bear may as well stay
on the wheel until he has to get the ropes ready.............
Time to watch a quick
landing opposite as we pull on to the dock at Thunderbolt Marina, chosen
purely for its name
ALL IN ALL A VARIED