This type of scene is repeated many times on a trip down the
ICW by boat. Rarely did I see another boat or hear evidence of
man in these endless side creeks of the Carolinas.
On the other hand traveling "off the beaten track"
exposes you to scenes like this paper pulp mill near Brunswick GA.
Yet Beaufort SC is proof that mans hand ain't all bad. A
beautifully kept town, Beaufort (pronounced Bew-fort) has a
wonderful city marina and waterfront. They also have some of the
fiercest currents I've ever experienced! The Chamber of Commerce
distributes self-guided walking tour pamphlets of the scenic and
historic district, all within 1 mile or so of the marina and
anchorage.
Foggy Morn.
This
bridge just south of Charleston SC was enshrouded in fog most of
the morning. It was a little scary riding the current through and
not being able to see what's on the other side. For the most part
all the bridge operators were very courteous and helpful. I had
to plan my day's trip around the restricted bridge's schedules,
and occasionally one would break down and cost me a few hours,
but hey, that's why they call it cruising.
Don't know what the story was with this abandoned vessel in
Florida. Any takers?
Well it's New Years' Eve 1994 and Ned and I are on our way to
the Bahamas! With a mid-afternoon departure from Ft Pierce Fl, we
navigated primarily with a GPS keeping hourly position plots. We
headed toward Walker's Cay (pronounced key) one of the most
northerly of a section of the Bahamas known as the Abaco's.
Unfortunately the wind was either light or on the nose, so I
doubt if we sailed more than an hour over the whole 24hr trip. It
is amazing what tricks the mind can play on itself at 4am with
little sleep and lots of stress. I was seeing oil rigs and
hearing all kinds of things. Ned and I debated for a long time
whether or not a bright star was a star or a mast head light.
Still, the beauty of the phosphorescence in the water looked like
reflections of starlight.