29:53.13N 81:17.02W St Augustine
Timeandtide
Tue 20 Feb 2018 16:58
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Left Cumberland Island at 5am to head south. After
clearing St Mary's Inlet we turned south and found (no surprise) that the wind
was hard on the nose. So we motored into choppy seas until we decided
to duck inside at Mayport.
Have to report in the interest of honesty that both of
us were very ill. Can only attribute this to the stress we had been under
for a couple of weeks prior to our launch and having strict deadlines
to meet for the boat to be out of US waters and return flights for our friends
Ric and Monica in Bimini. Since that very unpleasant morning neither
of us has suffered at all. Gill has a cast iron stomach and was back to
fry-ups for breakfast and I have my Relief Band, Google it if you are
interested, they are great for anybody afflicted by sea sickness, also very good
for morning sickness but I can't confirm that fact.
So we continued south on the ICW (Intracoastal
Waterway), bit like the Norfolk Broads but a bit more up-market. Very dull but
after the morning we'd had a necessary diversion. At this point we'd like to
thank Ric for looking after us all whilst we had our heads in various buckets.
Eventually ended up anchoring in St Augustine for the night, fairly uneventful
apart from Gill waking up at midnight to find that the view outside had changed
slightly due to our anchor having dragged! Got caught up in a mooring buoy which
was a stroke of luck otherwise god knows where we'd have floated off to. We now
have a great little app that sets an alarm on the anchor, if we move outside a
certain range we are woken up by police sirens. Very effective but for the first
couple of times it went off Gill actually thought the police were outside.
Decided to spend the next day and another night there to recoup, got the dinghy
out for its first bath and went ashore to stretch the legs. Gill decided that it
would be a good idea to climb to the top of the lighthouse where we were
anchored to get a shot of TnT (Time & Tide from here on in), foolish
decision as it involved 270 odd steps for what were very unfit legs. The
resulting picture really wasn't worth the burning calves and bursting lungs, see
if you can spot the boat.
Set off the next morning and headed back out to the
Atlantic, everything crossed for a better day than we'd had
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