Many vessels love Georgia but hate the ICW where shoaling is a huge problem in many places. Since Georgetown we’d been managing it with luck and adjusting our speed from time to time. Just because we only need 2 ½ ft of water doesn’t mean we want to hear the depth sounder squawk at 6ft.
From Tuesday on, the weather looked ideal to keep moving so I wrote up a sheet showing where we’d stop each night, the mileage and the problem areas for the day. Then I checked the tide at the trouble spots and for the most part we would naturally be OK. Planning for tide and current isn’t always easy but adjusting our speed up or down is easy so we handle it that way. Having fearless deeper draft boats right ahead of you doesn’t hurt either. 🙂
Bea-utiful Beaufort, SC got a wave and glance as we opted to pass by this time. We anchored nearby though in Factory Creek which is lined with lovely southern homes, all with docks for their water toys. At the southern (entrance) end of the creek sits Lady’s Island Marina; a five-star marina that Twin Sisters may grace with her presence one day. We hear it’s a good stop. 🙂
We stepped off the beaten path near the northern tip of St Simon’s, GA; nearly running aground entering the very curvy Frederica River. Maybe I should have said, “extremely favor the south side.” This route takes you by Fort Frederica where we’d visited last November via RV stop in Brunswick. Cannons pointed but not fired; I think our disguise is working.
Our next stop was Fernandina, FL. We’d zoomed through Georgia so quickly that I forgot we’d crossed the FL line.
The papermill was on its best behavior (ok, the wind was) and not until we were leaving the next morning did I start to gag. Walked around historic downtown area, shops, dining spots and a block north found Nana Theresa’s bakery :-). Scrumptious crumb cakes; three varieties to tempt you and they were delicious.
A trip wouldn’t be complete without a St Augustine stop. Although last December was phenomenal getting to see Rockapella perform free just a short walk from the state park on Anastasia Island.
Shopping, eating, tasty libations and a long over-due haircut for Russ helped us to forget how wavy and bumpy the mooring field was.