George Carnegie's Plum Orchard Cottage
Weather: Overcast; temp in the low to mid 60s; north to northwest wind 15 knots
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Hunting I
Oh What a Night! I briefly mentioned some problems with this anchorage in yesterday’s blog. Here are the details:
It started yesterday afternoon, probably around 1600 hours. Tally Ho had already re-anchored. Reflection was slowly hunting around her anchor. Both Ray and I noticed that Canvasback Too was hunting from one side of the river to the other at an alarming pace. Tally Ho and SUNSHINE, no foreigners to hunting, were unusually well behaved in this anchorage.
After our evening radio conference, Tally Ho and SUNSHINE switched off their radios. SUNSHINE later switched the radio back on to contact Dave. Reflection had the same thought. We both contacted Dave over the VHF radio to see what he was thinking. Dave reported that Canvasback Too usually lies very quietly at anchor. This behavior was most unusual. It looked like Dave was in for a long night. Both Reflection and SUNSHINE offered to maintain radio watch throughout the night and pledged to offer assistance, should it be needed. Tally Ho had switched off the VHF after our evening radio chat so neither Andrew nor Vanessa was aware of the radio portion of the drama although they certainly saw what was happening.
Fortunately, the wind abated a bit late in the evening. The crew of SUNSHINE hit the sack at 2330 hours with all of the “ducks” lined nicely in a row. Three late night/early morning anchor checks confirmed that all was well. Canvasback Too survived the long night. Dave was even able to get some sleep!
We all met for the prescheduled radio chat at 0800. Everyone sounded tired! This was a typical Cumberland Island experience, sans the bouncing that can be had at the Dungeness Anchorage off the southern end of the island.
At 0900 we met ashore ostensibly for a beach walk.
Hunting II
It's 9 o’clock in the morning; the regular crowd gathers ashore. We walked pass a sign that no one read thinking we’ll be on the beach in a mile. We walked past a house that has been restored; we stayed to look for awhile. Then it’s up the drive to Duck Hill Road and on to the beach with a smile.
The Hunter
So, we’re having a grand time walking and talking our way to the beach. Up ahead appears a gentleman dressed in Camo and a bright orange vest with a riffle strapped to his back. “This areas closed; didn’t see the sign? he asked. “The annual hunt’s going on. You’re better leave or you might get shot; especially you in the green and the brown.”
We turned tails immediately and walked back the trail, matching the hunter stride for stride. He was a nice enough fellow and told us about the hunt (deer and feral pigs), the community cooler where everyone stows their meat, and the hunters. Immediately we realized why there are so many people on the island and why we saw other tents pitched on the northern end of the island as we motored down the river yesterday.
Back on the dock, we observed some hunters turned fishermen. They were pulling in a fair number of whiting. “Good sandwich fish,” declared one. Another guy asked us if we were on the boats and began asking question about our destinations. It was about this time that we read the sign. “Area Closed – Hunt in Progress.” It didn’t mean much before we met the hunter, but now seems to be pretty clear.
Bernie and the Mansion
Instead of returning to our boats, we decided to sit on the porch of the mansion, enjoy the view, and continue to talk about our short term cruising plans. While enjoying the gam, the fellow who had inquired about our cruising destinations walked by. “No,” we answered in unison when asked if we had ever been in the mansion.

Bernie
He introduced himself as Bernie. For five years, he had been a docent, living in the mansion, and giving tours on the second and fourth Sunday’s of the month. “Yes," we replied in unison, when asked if we’d like a tour. He said we were lucky to be here at the time of the specially scheduled tour for boaters who are on their way to the islands or the Keys! Nice guy!!
We were privileged to get a personal tour from a gentleman who obviously knows a lot about the home. We learned that it belonged to George and Margaret Carnegie. George was the son of Thomas Carnegie who was brother to Andrew (Pittsburg Steel). Thomas owned much of Cumberland Island and offered to build mansions for each of his children, free of charge. Four were built. 
The Foyer
Ray played a few notes on the piano and Bernie exclaimed that Ray could now brag that he had played Carnegie Hall!
The “cottage” has been restored by the Federal Government to the tune of $6.4 million to date. Our tax dollars at work! The original woodwork is intact as is the original wallpaper in the foyer and dining room. The original woodwork is most impressive. Several original Tiffany lamps were hung in the hunt room, where the guns and ammo were stored.
After leading us through the first floor, Bernie took us down into the huge basement, where the original heating, electrical and refrigeration systems are still located. In the east wing, accessible only via the basement or the exterior, was the indoor squash court (one of only two left in the country) and indoor pool, complete with changing rooms and shower.
We thanked Bernie profusely for allowing us in and sharing his time with us. Thanks, Bernie!
“Did You See the Sign?”
As we were looking at the outdoor tennis court, a white truck pulled up. Out popped a Park Ranger who wondered if we saw the sign. “Some of us did,” I responded. He curtly told us the area is closed. We should have read and obeyed the sign and we should make tracks to the dock and get back on our boats. “Yes sir!” we exclaimed as we walked back to the dinghies thankful for our most fortuitous visit to Carnegie’s Plum Orchard Cottage.
Arial view of the anchorage
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