It was a sad and glorious day in St Marys, GA when Brian and I let loose the mooring lines and motored out of the river heading south.
On the eve of our departure, Kimberly and Scott hosted a most delicious farewell dinner on Anthyllide. We filled our bellies and chatted into the wee hours of the morning. Allie the Wonder Cat even showed us her ping-pong ball batting skills as she dashed playfully about the boat. We're REALLY going to miss our great friends!
On Tuesday morning we moved sleepily about the boat having been un-naturally awoken by the alarm for the first time in what seemed like years. I stowed things away as if we were going into the open seas. The navigation station was once again found beneath Brian's tools and I was thrilled to whisk a clorox wipe over the bare countertop. Brian hauled the dinghy onto the foredeck while I cracked open our logbook on the shining nav station. READY!
Rode Trip made a pit stop a mere 1/4 mile from the mooring ball at the town dock to top-off our water tanks. While docked, we said goodbye to a few of the many good people that make St Marys so memorable; Joe, Jeff, Josh, and Debbie. At noon, after Brian and I had our own pit stops at the park restrooms, we shoved off and waved farewell to St Marys.
The sun shining, the wind in our hair...moving again! Wheehoo! Chugging along with the engine roaring so loudly we could barely hear one another, we were motoring at the blazing speed of 5.8 knots down the Intracoastal Waterway. Brian stood, steadfast at the tiller, rain pouring down from the clouds that had rolled over just after we shoved off from the dock. Ahhh...this was what we'd missed! Six-hours and 30-miles later we set anchor at the base of Sisters Creek eagerly anticipating the next day's departure.