Cabin Boy here, filling in for Cap'n Dave. I've been offered the chance to blog rather than do dishes, and have jumped at it.
Today (Saturday) began much like the day before, and the day before that: biting winds, a hurried nature call over the downwind rail, then back to the warmth of my sleeping coccoon while water heated for a shower (thanks to Cap'n Dave, who had been up for a bit) and coffee brewed (ditto). What was different this morning was the presence of the lovely Jessica, who arrived last evening to supply us with cheese, chocolate-covered pretzels, and other essentials. Haystacks for dinner was another of the day's highlights, but the real event was our Coast Guard helicopter fly-by, organized by Jessica. While the helicopter circled overhead, we did our best to not give the appearance of being in distress. Fortunately, Barry had his flare gun taken away just as he was about to either signal for help that we didn't need or blow the helo out of the sky.
After breakfast, Jessica headed back to Savannah, and Alana headed south past Tybee Island and out on the big detour that would take us around the extensive shallows between here and Savannah. Until we had to turn northward into the Wassaw Sound, it was fine sailing, making 5-6 knots on just the genoa over quite flat water, and the sun shone most of the day. If only it had been warmer. Cap'n D saw a porpoise jump well clear of the water, and I saw a sea gull defecate.
Tonight we're anchored in the Wilmington River about 45 minutes from home. We'll time our arrival at Isle of Hope to arrive with favorable tides tomorrow morning, and spend the rest of the day warming up and doing a bit of sightseeing in Savannah.
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