The Georgia ICW twists and winds through river/creeks/cuts, and boasts tides up to 7 feet. And lots and lots of very muddy water. Also, there is very little civilization in between the main population centers, so if you hear banjo music, you paddle like hell.
This is our second night anchored out, and the first where our air card can pick up any signal at all to give us Internet access. We have been pushing fairly hard to put this section of the trip behind us, making almost 80 miles a day. The high tidal range means that you are either battling up hill against a 2 to 3 knot current, or flying down with that behind you. The flip occurs between the main river inlets into the Atlantic. We got caught in the Little Mud River at low tide today, and bumped along in 4 and 5 ft of water. Other boats with fixed keels simply went aground and stayed that way until the tide changed. Did see our first alligator however. Having accomplished that feat, we prefer dolphins.
Photos are of a Sunset where we are anchored tonight near St Catherine's Island, and a picture of some body's dream boat, snapped while bridge waiting in St Augustine.
Tomorrow we make a big push to Beaufort, South Carolina, where, we can assure you, there is also banjo music to worry about.
Rob
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