Weather: Will we ever see the sun again? We “enjoyed” another dreary, overcast day. The temp was 57 when we awoke and the high (in the bubble) was 77.
Comment: 0645 Engines on and anchor up! Only the little trawler beat us out of the anchorage. The other trawler and three sailboats must have been sleeping in!
Fifteen knot winds out of the northeast greeted us as we entered Calibogue Sound from our Bull Creek anchorage. With the wind and current on the nose, we thought we might be in for a long day. We slowly made our way to the Port Royale Sound. We were expecting the worst. The sound can get snotty with wind and current opposed to ech other.
By 0900 we made the sound and have unfurled a piece of jib, allowing us to motor sail at 7 mph. Along the way, we dusted a 28 or 30 foot Morgan Out Island named “Amazin.” A few days ago, the boat anchored between us and another catamaran at the “Cement Plant” (now a Sea Ray Factory) just before the Palm Coast of Florida. Since then, we have spent two days at Jekyll Island and tow more days in Brunswick. We wondered if they stopped anywhere. We first passed them near Daytona Beach and noticed that the boat is rather slow under power. It seems to putt-putt along the waterway.
Regardless of the boats speed, we can testify that the crew are a most hardy pair. They were motoring in 57o weather with about 15 knots of wind. They were wearing their foulies and they had a sunshade. The boat had neither dodger nor side curtains.
About five minutes before exiting Port Royal Sound, the chop picked up and remained heavy in the Beaufort Rover. Fortunately, we were motoring with the current. The ride was very comfortable.
1100 We just made the opening of the Lady’s Island Swing Bridge and are now motoring in the almost a calm Brickyard Creek. The creek presents only a few ripples to our bow, and we still have a fair current.
For the next eight hours, we motored in calm or near calm bodies of water. These included the Coosaw River, the Ashepoo – Coosaw Cut, the Ashepoo River, Fenwick Cut, the South Edisto River, Watts Cut (the start of one hour of nasty, foul current), the Dawho River, the North Edisto River, the Wadmawlaw River and finally, Church Creek, our anchorage for the night.
On the day, we traveled 78.0 miles in twelve hours and nine minutes. We averaged 6.4 miles per hour and enjoyed favorable currents for all but one and one-half hours on the entire day. It is the third longest day of our trip when measured both by miles traveled and hours underway.
We navigated the very shallow sections of the Dawho River at dead low tide. It caused us to reminisce about our trip south and the friends we made. The Dawho wasa major concern for the crew of “Tally Ho” because of the reputed shallow depths nd inccuracy of the charts. We departed the Tom Point Creek anchorage before “Tally Ho” whose crew requested us to radio them with depth readings and the favored course before they made the run.
This was not the first time we reminisced about the friends we met as we traveled south.
We thought about our friends when we revisited Vero Beach, site of our Thanksgiving Feast. We fondly recalled the cab ride in Titusville, where “eight clowns” piled out of the cab.
We met “Flock” members “Kallista” and “Canvasback Too” at the NC Visitors Center on the dismal swamp canal. We then met “Reflection: and “Tally Ho” at the Elizabeth City Town Docks. It was Pat aboard “Reflection” who coined the nickname the “Flock.”
From Elizabeth City, we traveled to Oriental with “Kallista,” “Canvasback Too,” and “Reflection,” where we were reunited with “Tally Ho.” We left Elizabeth City before the rest, but met up with everyone but “Canvasback Too,” who enjoyed an extended visit in Oriental, just south of Charlestown. The flock stayed together all the way to Cumberland Island, GA, just north of the Florida border.
We met up with “Tally Ho” again in St. Augustine, and then we were all reunited in Titusville. We traveled together to Vero Beach. Again we split up only to visit with each other again in Marathon.
We have known these people (Fran, Larry, Dave, Pat, Ray, Vanessa and Andrew, for only six months, yet we have grown very fond of them all. We wonder where they are and how they and their vessels are doing. Above all, we hope they are safe and having a wonderful time. We look forward to the day when we will meet them again to hear how they are and what they’ve been up to.
Anna Marie and I still have similar feelings for the people we worked with. She in Pemberton and I in Pennsauken and Southampton. Sadly, our paths and those of our friends and colleagues don’t cross as often as we would like. We do miss them terribly.
Such is the cruising life, and human nature I suppose.