Into Florida

We meandered south for a few days after leaving Beaufort and spent most of our time anchored in quiet little bends in rivers with lots of wildlife. Egrets and blue herons are everywhere now…. this egret flew so close to the boat we really thought it was trying to land on the deck. I'm not sure if it's the egrets or the herons, but one of them makes an ungodly, prehistoric sounding, LOUD squawk. It's a much bigger sound than you'd imagine coming from such a graceful creature.

Our first stop was the Cooper River where we seemed to have stumbled in to a dolphin playground/snack bar. They were rolling around half way out of the water up on the shoreline, then disappearing underwater again. We see them every day now, but they still make me want to squeal like a five year old each time i see them. I finally got a few photos of them. Not a bad sunset either. The tiny buildings in the distance are Savannah.

Another night we dropped the anchor in the Vernon River near these two fishing boats. Dammit and Po’ Boy Too seemed like they’d been there for a while and we wondered if they’d done much fishing lately. Then again, even the active fishing boats look pretty worn. Lots of rebel flags on the fishing vessels around here… we think they’re still fighting the ‘war of aggression’.

It’s still way too cold here…. it’s been below freezing for the past few mornings and the water temp is hovering around 50°. Technically, I suppose we could jump in the water to warm up. The hatch above our V-berth is covered in frost in the mornings and as the boat warms up inside, condensation drips down from the hatch frame – onto our faces. This is how we know it’s time to get up and put the coffee on. This was definitely NOT in the brochure.

 We continued on to Jekyll Island and on the way – more wildlife. Brownie points to Skip who spotted two bald eagles… one was pretty far away but this guy was close! 

We were looking forward to trekking around Jekyll since we’d heard great things about it. Their motto – emblazoned on signs all around the island – is “Jekyll Island; It’s All Good!”. They ought to consider changing it temporarily to “Jekyll Island; It’s All Under Construction!” Literally, every building within sight had been razed and there were piles of rubble everywhere we went. We'll have to return in the spring of 2012 when it's supposed to be finished.  

All the stores had been torn down and temporarily relocated in trailers toward the north end of the island. We walked for about an hour and a half through construction to get to the post office and grocery store. We were almost there when we came upon a young Georgia State Trooper posted along the lonely beach road. His job was to keep people from passing through because just beyond his post was the set of the new X-Men movie. He seemed slightly mortified to be stuck with the job but because it was pretty clear that we a) didn’t pose a threat and b) not only weren’t trying to snap photos of the stars of the X-Men, but had no idea who the X-Men were. He let us pass. The part of our walk nearest our anchorage was really pretty…

On to Cumberland Island – which we were especially looking forward to seeing. Skip hadn't seen it before but I’d been here years ago on assignment for Money Magazine. The story I photographed was about St. Marys Georgia, which had been chosen the “Best Small Town” in which to live in the US. Cumberland Island is a short ferry ride from the town and I had the opportunity to go over to photograph here. It was beautiful then and it’s beautiful now. The entire island is a preserve with hiking trails everywhere. We saw feral horses, tons of birds and even an armadillo! He looked a bit like a bunny that had been spray painted with metallic silver paint. He wasn't the least bit afraid of us and he let me take several pictures, peeking up from his snacking a few times to see if I was still there.

No photos of the horses though. We saw so many when we first arrived, I though we’d see lots more…. but it must have been too cold even for the horses to stay out in the open for too long. 

We stopped briefly in St. Marys to pick up our new new auto pilot (don’t ask); I had to get to the post office to send out some Sweet Maddies orders and we wanted to do a quick provisioning trip to the grocery store. Our only option was to cab the few miles to do our errands. Our cab driver filled us in on the decline of pretty St. Marys. People discovered the town in the years following the “Best Small Town” article; St. Marys attracted both young people looking for an alternative to the fast pace and expense of city life and for retirees who liked the small town and didn’t want to go to Florida or the Southwest. Real estate prices became hugely over inflated and when the bubble burst things fell apart for many people in the town. It didn’t help that it was a gloomy day but it was sad to see the town suffering. It was hard too, to leave St. Marys without spending much time there. Because of the weather we’d made the decision to continue inland (a slower way to travel) rather than go offshore to West Palm Beach, so we filled our fuel and water tanks and kept going. “Snowbird” (the Swedish kids) and “Wandering Star”, whose crew John and Sabrina we’d met in Beaufort, were both in the anchorage at St. Marys and it would’ve been fun to stay and socialize but the Bahamas are still a fair distance away and the desire to anchor in clear blue, warm water keeps us moving. 

A few more hours of traveling takes us into Florida past Fernandina Beach, which is flanked on each side by big, noisy, unpleasant smelling pulp plants and past fishing boats tied up at docks. 

We drop the anchor in the Amelia River and call it a day.


Note: Any plant identification would be greatly appreciated (hint hint, Miles.... )

Low Country

We liked being in Charleston so much that we spent an extra day there. The wind was howling for few days too, so there was no sense in leaving. Besides, being neighbors with George and Christina was too good an opportunity to pass up! They’d had a rough trip down from Morehead City too and I think we all needed a day to recover. 

Charleston garden

Nice Charleston digs for sale

Drinks at "Fast and French" on Broad Street

We caught up with friends Dave and Shelley who live on their boat Cadence in the same marina where we were. Dinner was on Saralane – everyone contributed food/drink and Shelley brought killer cupcakes from a shop in town. Yum. 

Time came to move on and George and Christina cast us off… we miss them already! 

George sent us a photo of our departure.... 

Yep… that’s me hanging off the side trying to grab a board from the dinghy that we’d stashed on deck (apparently not very securely) that fell off the boat as we left. There were a few startled seconds between hearing “splash!” and seeing what went overboard and then figuring out if/how to get it back on the boat. It’s not very dignified looking… but I did manage to grab the board and get it back on deck.

I’d had enough of the ocean for a while so we went back to the inland waterway and enjoyed the scenery. Over the next two days we traveled the South Edisto River, the Ashpoo River, the Coosaw River and finally the Beaufort River, which took us into Beaufort South Carolina. It was COLD!

Low country scenery

Low tide miscalculation

There were porpoises all over but at this point my porpoise photos are more like there’s-where-the-porpoise-was photos. I’ll have to work on my wildlife photography skills and in the meantime I’ll just point and yell “Look look look!! “ every time I see one. I’ve almost given Skip a heart attack a few times.

We’re having some typical boat issues; lights not working, etc that we sort of assume we’ll always have. Skip wrestled with the wiring for a bit and we now have a working stern light. However, now the switch marked “Spare” is really “Fuel Tank Level”.

 Our brother-in-law Dan has a childhood friend who lives in Beaufort and we were looking forward to meeting up with him and his wife. Harley and Lily have a beautiful home here and we thoroughly enjoyed an evening with them. This past summer they’d trekked across the country in an RV, going over 13,000 miles visiting state parks from coast to coast and we found a lot of similarities comparing our life in a tiny space on the water to their life in a tiny space on wheels.

Harley, Lily and Skip

Harley was kind enough to take us on our requisite West Marine run and filled us in on the location of the closest Piggly Wiggly. Piggly Wiggly – fondly referred to as The Pig – is a grocery chain in the south and if that’s not the best store name ever, for any kind of store, then I don’t know what is. The closest one to us was a small Pig (a Piglet?) and we walked there for a few supplies. Everywhere we walked the trees were draped with Spanish moss and I ended up with way too many photos of it. 

It’s a pretty little town and we poked around the shops and saw a few sights. 

Go on... invite the man!

We passed by a few horse drawn carriages and this handsome guy named Merlin was hitched up and ready to work. We chatted with the carriage driver who told us that Merlin just got back from Puerto Rico where he was one of four black horses to ‘act’ in the upcoming Pirates of the Caribbean (Part 4?). He looked like a movie star and I’ll bet he was wishing he was still in Puerto Rico getting star treatment instead of here in this cold weather hauling tourists around.

Tonight was the holiday boat parade… and we had a front row seat. It was a bit too dark for photos but I did manage to catch one sailboat as they went by. 

By the way… Happy Hannukah to my family and to my sister-in-law Cindy, an honorary Jewess who loves lighting the candles. 

Tomorrow.... southward again.

Remembering friends

For the past few years Skip and I have been remembering two good friends who died in the days just following Thanksgiving. John Turner was Skip's long time friend and a friend to me for the few years I knew him. John and his wife Jan, who we still count among our close friends, were sailors whose schooner, Eastern Passage, was well known in Newport as well as up and down the inland waterway and into the Bahamas. Jan's shared remembrances of their adventures along the path we're now taking have been a continuing source of information, humor and enthusiasm for us. It's great to have Jan's insight on the places we're going and to hear stories about their experiences in their many years of sailing along this route. John and Jan's dinghy is now our dinghy and we've given this little boat our big-hearted friend's name "John H Turner" to honor the memory of John. It's traveled these waters many times and we're glad to have it come along with us.

The other friend we remember is Sara Jo Matthys, a close friend for many years. Sara was a uniquely creative person whose bright and generous spirit made her the center of a large circle of friends. We used to joke that Sara's creative mind left little room for every day activities, like driving. Our boat name "Saralane" was inspired by a ride on the highway with Sara one evening... not realizing that her lane had merged with the adjoining lane, Sara continued driving along on the shoulder of the highway. It was only after several "Sara, you're driving on the shoulder" comments from the rest of us in the car did she notice this. We dubbed the shoulder (or wherever else she decided was OK to drive) "the Sara lane" and this eventually came to mean the happy way Sara moved through her life. Head sometimes in the clouds, mind off on some creative tangent but with her friends always there to help keep her grounded. This year of sailing feels like that to us - we're off on a bit of a tangent and aren't exactly sure where we're going, but we're still connected to all that matters by our friends and family.

The good, the bad and the ugly... and the good.

Starting with the good: we got our new mainsail! (I couldn't get it in one shot... so you'll have to pretend it's one big sail and not two chopped in half pieces.)

Skip contacted a yacht broker in Oriental who was more than happy to help us out and have our sail drop shipped to his office. We left the mosquito infested anchorage and took the inland waterway to Oriental – passing Isabella on the way. Admiral Cunningham must have been down below curled up and warm and dry, unlike the rest of the crew who were cold and wet on deck.

 We arrived in Oriental Monday night, dropped the anchor and took the dinghy ashore to meet up with our new friend Dave, the broker. He and his wife had done some similar sailing years ago and he shared stories about their travels. He couldn’t have been nicer – offering us rides around town, information and even getting us in to a private marina to do laundry. We were pretty grimy and it’s not out of the question that he may have been hinting that we really ought to do some laundry. Just so happens that there’s a web cam perched on the roof of the marina – here’s a screen shot of us in the dinghy riding back to Saralane with clean clothes. Not only did we have clean clothes in the dinghy, we had a big old sack of oysters!

Saralane at anchor in Oriental

There was a shack across from the club where local fishing boats brought in shrimp and oysters every day. I must confess that we had oysters for dinner for three nights in a row. We intended to just have a few oysters and then have actual food for dinner, but that didn’t happen. We filled up on oysters and only had a little room left for cookies for dessert. It was only on Thanksgiving that we were forced to give up our oysters-for-dinner routine.

We met up with George and Christina aboard Sophie on Wednesday night in the South River where we were the only two boats in sight. 

Saralane in the South River

Thursday was all about cooking for Thanksgiving… the four of us split up the cooking and managed to turn out a pretty tasty dinner! ((We had to bring some oysters…) Our little boat oven is a little temperamental but has turned out some cookies, breads, and even a decent apple cranberry pie. Both Sophie and Saralane left the South River on Friday for Morehead City North Carolina.

Sophie setting sail

Sophie, tiny in the middle, with weather on the way

We passed the ‘kids’ who were headed across the way to Beaufort and found out later they'd been trying to contact us on the radio which we had switched off. We'll have to keep it on from now on. We had one final bridge to go under on the way into the harbor when a call came over the radio for us to please ‘stand down’ to let a 175’ vessel under tow make it’s way under the bridge. There was a big tug pushing from behind and a few little boats with flashing lights in front. And… see anything else in the photo? Anyone? Anyone…? A porpoise! Our first porpoise sighting - very cool. 

The big tug from Wilmington

 George and Christina and one of their two other crew, Francis, waited outside the bridge along with us.

If you're not reading your charts... this is your last chance to know the height of the bridge you're about to go under. By the time you get here it's probably too late. (Saralane needs 57 feet of clearance.)

After we came through the bridge we saw a few fishermen in a tug of war with a pelican over a fish they'd caught that the pelican was intent on eating. It looked like a standoff but we didn't wait around to see the outcome.

Here's one more big crane photo for my sister Leslie who gets a kick out of these... this was as we came around the corner into Morehead City.

For $10 a night, we tied up at the dock at the Sanitary Seafood Restaurant (is there an Unsanitary Seafood Restaurant?) and walked around checking out all the major league sport fishing vessels docked there. I didn’t have my camera with me unfortunately but these boats look like they’re just looking for a fight… big, mean, and fast. Skip did boat chores and I walked the two miles to the grocery store for a few things. The walk there was easier than the walk back and I found myself muttering at the happy people zipping by on bicycles. Note to self: do NOT buy five pound bags of flour if they’re going into the backpack for the hike back to the boat. Did I not realize this in the store?  

There was only room for three boats at the Sanitary Seafood dock (that name just cracks me up) so we invited a boat looking for dock space to raft with us. More kids! Swedes Martin and Johanna, along with George and Christina joined us for pizza on Saralane on Friday night and everyone made plans to leave early for the trip outside to Charleston the next day. We talked about the people we’d seen along the way, and Johanna mentioned a boat along the way whose crew they call ‘the kids’ Turns out it was the same ‘kids’ that Skip and I call ‘the kids’. Now we call Martin and Johanna the ‘Swedish kids’ and we’re just hoping that all these damn kids don’t call us the old fogies.


Here's a photo by guest photographer George....  The Swedish kids on the left, then me, Christina and Skip around the table in Saralane's salon. 

The bad: our autopilot still isn’t working properly. It works fine in easy conditions, when we don’t need it and not in nasty throw-up-over-the-side-shoot-me-if-this-doesn’t-end-soon weather when we do need it. (See: the ugly) A call to autopilot wizard Oliver is back on the to do list.

The ugly: the passage from Morehead City to Charleston, South Carolina. This trip made the Long Island Sound and the Jersey shore look comfy. It was rough, rough, rough. It wasn’t supposed to be as rough as it was – wind was from behind at 20 to 25 knots but the seas were short and the waves were close together which all made for a vicious side to side swing and front to back chop that added up to no good. We were sailing wing and wing with the genoa poled out opposite the main and had anticipated a comfortable passage. Skip clipped in and went up to the foredeck twice so we could jibe the boat in the middle of the night. Until then I felt confident that I could maneuver the boat to pick him up if he went over (not a likely event) but in the dead of night with the boat rocking wildly I wasn’t as sure. Even Skip said in his understated way “It was a violent motion”. I’ll second that. It was 33 nauseating hours of sailing that I hope not to repeat. On the upside, our sails came through intact!

The good: we’re in Charleston and we love it here! Dolphins swam around us in the channel and into Charleston Harbor making the rough trip fade away a little. We're tying up by Sophie for a few days and are looking forward to spending time enjoying Charleston. 


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Long Weekend

Another lock, another bridge and another few hours of motoring and we were through the Dismal Swamp and into the Pasqoutank River. Cypress trees lined the banks, their trunks spreading down into the water.

And since I know you all loved the reflection photos... here's another one from the swamp. 

Just after noon on Saturday we arrived in Elizabeth City. We walked the two miles to the grocery store to do some shopping and someone from the store gave us a lift back to the wharf. Elizabeth City prides itself on being boater friendly going out of their way to make things accessible to passing sailors. The guy who drove us back to the boat was a local college kid who coaches the middle school wrestling team. (FYI: He's optimistic about the teams upcoming season.... their first match is Tuesday.)

Moon over Elizabeth City

The two boats that transited the swamp with us have tied up at the city dock for the night too. We made some friends and met up for dinner with the crew of one of the boats, Isabella. The crew is a mother and son who just last week wrapped up their land life (sold the house, cars and all belongings) and are off on a two year adventure with plans to spend time in Central America and transit the Panama Canal. Isabella is 27’ long, with no oven and no shower below. We feel spoiled on Saralane. A son/brother of this duo recently opened a restaurant in Charleston called “Graze” and if we’re able to get there when we’re in Charleston we’ll stop in with greetings for the chef/son/brother from the crew of Isabella. I forgot to mention the third crew member on Isabella.... Admiral Cunningham. He's a really, really small dog who thinks he's a really really big dog. 

The crew of the other boat, Illusion, is an enthusiastic young couple that we’ve come to refer to as ‘the kids’. Their boat is a project that’s not nearly as far along as Saralane and again we feel spoiled. We have some painting, carpentry and electrical work still to do, a cockpit table to build and a few other things – but otherwise we’re in pretty good shape. Everyone is heading in the same direction, at least for a while, so we’re sure meet up from time to time along the way.


Early Sunday we left Elizabeth City and made our way across the Albemarle Sound and into the Alligator River. It’s flat calm and I can’t resist a few photos…

There are a few boats anchored north of us, but we’re all alone at anchor in an 8’ deep spot just off the river…. I photograph the evening sky... 

...but only Skip sees Monday's sun rise. I’m working on becoming a morning person, but I’m not there yet.

Skip's sunrise photo!

Today's ride was uneventful with little wind and more opportunities for reflection pix. I think I'll call it "Channel Marker with Grill". Not to worry... I'm already getting tired of taking photos like this.

We're anchored all by our lonesome in a deep spot outside the Gale Creek channel. The minute we dropped the anchor we were swarmed by big skinny (hungry?!) mosquitos. Ack! We closed off the companionway with only a few of the hungry buggers getting in, and then realized that we'd neglected to turn on the propane that we'll need if we want to cook tonight. The propane is under the seats.... at the stern... outside... past the mosquitos. Bummer. 

Coordinates of the mosquito infested anchorage: 
35° 12.6 North
76° 35.5 West


The plan is to pick up our sail tomorrow in Oriental, then we'll start thinking about cooking for Thanksgiving!