Under cloudy but dry skies we shoved off around 7:00 a.m. While underway and in the shower I felt the bottom of the hull "kiss" the sandy bottom. Capt. Dave managed to wiggle us out of it. Still being in the Lake Ontario-plenty of water-state of mind, we neglected to check the tide tables and it was indeed low tide. We continued on and got behind a string of slow moving sailboats in a very tight and shallow passage. The upside was that it was a manatee area and we were entertained by these slow moving mammals also known as sea cows. They live in 3-6 ft of water and sleep 50% of the time although they have to surface every 20 minutes to breathe. They can live up to 60 years if man leaves them alone.
Throughout the day dolphins continue to chase the boat and it never ceases to emit squeals of joy from us.
We said when we left home that this was not going to be a race to New York but I'm kinda' feeling that it is indeed the Cannonball Run 2. We have so much going on at home and I really hope to be home for that magical week in western New York when the trees bud out and it looks like fairyland.
It was a calm and pleasant afternoon so we started researching anchorages for the night. We were headed for a spot called Wolf Island Wildlife Refuge but first we had to negotiate some extremely shallow and troublesome shoaling areas--again at low tide! Impatient we are...
We anchored in an idyllic spot just in time to enjoy some wine and dinner and catch a gorgeous southern sunset.
We assumed the bugs would drive us in and we were armed and ready with bug spray but no bugs. It was a nice motion less night at anchor and we all slept peacefully.
Day 4 - Wednesday, April 13th, 2016
Dave and Mike got up at first light. I did not. I heard the anchor being lifted and felt the forward motion of the Blue Moon. Not a particularly pretty day with a little drizzle going on but the boat needed a good boat wash to remove the salt crystals. Rain is a free boat wash. It was also a bit chilly out but we were nice and warm in the cabin and our very aggressive goal for the day is Beaufort, South Carolina and a carriage ride through the antebellum city. Last ride is at 5:00 p.m. so I hope we make it!
Some where near Savannah.....
Just a warning "this time". While the sheriff was writing this welcome to Georgia for us, boats were blowing past us leaving huge wakes but they were all local and never got a head turn from Bubba the cop. Oh well, Dave took it all in stride and off we were--a bit slower. I understand the rules although THIS time we were going about as slow as Blue Moon can go and still maintain control of the displacement hull. Cop did not care about our hull design. (Oh Miz' Scarlet, I don't know nuthin' about birthin' no babies..."--I realize very few of you will get that one.)
I hope this little delay doesn't make us miss our carriage ride!
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