At the boat yard, several rounds of Rummy were played and several movies watched between walking excursions and chatting with our neighbors. Although Thunderbolt, GA was a pleasure to look at, the town had little to offer for antsy visitors. We frequented Tubby's where we enjoyed cold beers and tasty fare for reasonable prices.
The nearby Bonaventure Cemetary
proved a fantastic walking ground. The eerie beauty of this historic cemetery has captured the creative interests of poets, authors, filmmakers, and the general public for years. Throughout this 100 acre burial ground gardens and sculptures lie beneath a canopy of Spanish moss laden oaks. We spent an afternoon here admiring.
It finally came time to say goodbye to BMac (even though I told him I was so pleased with a crew of 3 that I wouldn't allow him to leave). He hopped a flight from Savannah to Annapolis. BMac plans to join us for a long weekend in the Bahamas with the airline credits that he has since we didn't actually deliver him to the appropriate location.
Hinckley Boat Yard did not disappoint. On the same day that our rebuilt fuel injector pump returned to the yard from the subcontractor, Bob had it re-installed on the Perkins. Brian paid the bill, and after I scraped him up off the ground, we cast off from the dock and set out once more. This time, destined for Thanksgiving...