To Kilkenny Creek

En Route to Kilkenny Creek, up Bear River, Georgia
 
 
 
 
 
 
Up anchor by nine, breakfast and out into deep water
 
 
Well it all became clear this morning. Evidence when we got up - just before high tide, mmmm, should have been low tide and rising. Checked GPS clock - set to UTC, reset it to minus five hours and hey presto, correct tide for the time. Amazing, no idea how or why the time was wrong, but at least we will get the height of water right instead of trying to make Beez Neez into a bulldozer each and every day.
 
 
   
   
 
 
We had gone a few miles from Wallys Leg when our track was blocked with blue flashing lights. The coastguard came on the radio and told us to proceed, they were having a training session. Homeland Security in the white boat, the police in the dark boat and coastguard in the red hard hats. We were in for a treat as soon as we were at a safe distance past them. Very James Bond, it was as if someone shouted "action". We watched high speed chases, twists and turns, all very exciting - all too soon we had to take a turn in the river and were out of sight. A few hours later they all passed us and cheerily waved, a good session then.
 
 
   
     
 
 
We had our own twists and turns on today's route. It amuses us no end when one minute we are being overtaken by a boat, then it disappears into the bushes and we follow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The funniest was a small cruise ship who waited for us to appear in the main channel before taking our route and disappearing
 
 
 
 
 
Passing Necessary Creek, what a great name
 
 
 
 
We have never seen so many horseflies, all licking the salt from Beez pram hood six and eight at a time - huge but docile, not like the attack nasties a third of their size we met in St Lucia.
 
 
 
 
 
Dog Hammock and Dog Hammock Spit
 
 
 
 
 
Medway River (same colour as I remember the one in Kent) and Medway Spit
 
 
 
 
 
Another full day of experiences, nearly forty seven miles in everything from 0 to 12 metres below us. In Little Mud River I was trying to miss a shoal bank and wiggle past a green marker when my friend and colleague said You know you aren't going anywhere "Yes - it's now called marking time or sailing on the spot". This is all because I hate the A word (aground) but we are getting old hands at reversing out of mischief, we work on the assumption that if you run head first into bushes - follow your feet out, it has worked so far AND only once today. Just after that a local overtook me and I smartly followed in his wake. Last thing before we turned off to anchor for the night we saw dolphins tail slapping (own blog). Our scenery for the evening was total isolation amid grass.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL ANOTHER VERY DIFFERENT DAY
                     WE DID GOOD