When I mentioned to people in Savannah that I was headed to Buffalo for Thanksgiving they looked at me like I was from outer space. Buffalo had just gotten socked in with four feet of snow.
Unfortunately by the time I arrived there, it had all melted. Anyway after a fun four days with family from the northern climes, it was nice to be back aboard — especially with my co-captain who had been away for nearly a month.
We left Turner Creek at 6:45 a.m. and headed down the Wilmington River out to the Atlanta. It was a beautiful, bright, clear morning with a little fog on the river banks.
We rode the tides out to the ocean and headed southward. Wind in the morning was near zero. Been a long time since I’ve seen the ocean this calm. It was an easy motor-cruise down the coast. Arrived at Cumberland Island at 6 p.m. Anchored on
the inside and threw some snow crab on the grill.
Another fine day at sea, which reminds me of a new favorite saying:
It’s better to be on a boat thinking about God
than to be sitting in church thinking about sailing.