To Kilkenny Creek
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 4 May 2011 22:15
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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
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