We can practically SEE Georgia from here! Today it’s only a
short ride to St. Simon’s Island, so we’re taking it easy this morning and doing
a little “housework” on the boat.
In Connecticut, the marshes are a narrow strip that separate
the solid ground from the river. Here in northern Florida, the marshes are
everywhere. This is like no place I have ever seen. We are anchored in Bell’s
River off the Amelia River in the marshes. It’s flat. It’s calm. It’s quiet.
The distant green grasses are only a few feet high; flat water, flat marshes, big
sky. From time to time, the dolphins jump out of the water as though they
want to look at us.
Yesterday was a long day, stopping to refuel and covering a
lot of miles before we stopped. We saw more of the monster-sized mansions along
the ICW, with elegant landscaping, covered docks, and boats raised out of the
water. Around noon we passed directly west of Ponte Vedra Beach and the
restaurant where we had had dinner Monday night. At that same moment we were
having a cold lunch of my leftover shrimp and grits with an excellent apple
salad. The ICW channel was particularly shallow from time to time at 5’ and
sometimes very deep at 45’, so Brian had to watch the charts closely. Late in
the day, Brian encountered a towboat with barges, but I was taking a glorious
nap then and and missed it.
The evening was wonderful - exactly what we love – a gorgeous
sunset, a great dinner, a beautiful anchorage. The night was a bit freaky
though. We are anchored near a paper factory, and after dark the wind shifted
and blew the awful smell exactly in our direction. Brian closed all the windows
and turned on the generator and the air conditioners. But we’ve never slept
with our generator on, and I didn’t sleep at all last night because I was so anxious
about it. At some point in the middle of the night the wind shifted, Brian
turned everything off, and I fell asleep. Now it sounds silly.
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