Nov. 24-28. Welder just got a huge job from his biggest customer, so he has no time for us. I’m exploring other options for straightening the bow pulpit. The weather is just as bad as they predicted, and then the Thanksgiving Nor’easter came through with even bigger winds and lots of rain, so all and all a very dreary couple of days holed up in Brunswick, Georgia. We’re on a west facing T-dock and the West wind gusted all day on the 27th into the 30s scaring the “stuff” out of me, but there was no fetch (distance for waves to build up for you non-mariners) and the fenders did their job. Wind is down now and will no longer be from the West, so I’m breathing a little easier. It’s Thanksgiving day and it’s 30 degrees when I wake up at 7:00 a.m. Trying to figure out whether I’m in South Georgia or the South Pole. Anyway the marina buys four turkeys and some Honey-baked hams and we all bring sides and there’s a big Thanksgiving party at the clubhouse. It’s very nice; everyone’s very friendly; and there’s more food than we can ever hope to eat. Kind of funny-the couple sitting opposite us were sailing with their nephew (probably 20 years old or so and very tall and thin). He must have gone back for four helpings of main course and three of dessert. It was just amazing to watch him wolf down the food.
We had hoped to start South again tomorrow, staying in the ICW because the ocean is still rough and the winds still a little too strong for comfort, but mainly because it’s so cold and Kryss is of the opinion that it’s much colder outside (not so sure myself, but have to defer to her on this one). Unfortunately we’ll only be making short stretches at a time in the ICW because the tide seems to be dead against us all the time. It’s predicted to rain on Saturday and Sunday and the winds are supposed to pick up again, but it’s supposed to be warmer on Monday with reduced winds and seas so we decide to wait and go “outside” (through the ocean not the ICW) to Fernandina Beach on Monday and hopefully on the outside again on Tuesday to St. John’s River (just a short stretch but much preferable to that section of the ICW at the wrong times, after which we’ll go inside to St. Augustine. Well, that’s the plan at least. We’ll see. Kryss says it’s beginning to seem like we’re in the play “No Exit”. I’m thinking more like “Waiting for Godot”, but I guess it’s all the same. Heard about one boat that left right in the midst of the Nor’easter, not sure what they were thinking, but what the hell, maybe they’re where it’s warmer by now and laughing up their proverbial sleeves at us. Sorry no pix. Pix ofBrunswick attached to prior entry; marsh opposite dock is nice but nothing special: and paper plantin the distance spewing exhuast all lday and nightis certainly not a suitable picture subject.
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