0800: According to all weather reports, today was
to be a perfect day for crossing the bay and heading into Georgia!!!!!!!!! Our boat was getting a bit aromatic (happens when at port for 7 days) and
needed a good pump out. Mike sent me to
the store to get coffee and some sammies, while he attempted to leave dock and
redock at the pump solo: I am proud of
his ability to do so (everyday getting
closer and closer to that extra anchor, me and salty “disappearing”)
however, he kinda/maybe/sorta/definitely permanently deflated one of our
fenders (oblong inflated rubber bumpers
that are used for “fending” or bouncing boat off of piers/docks, etc.). He wont talk about it with me, but my guess
is I am still needed~ ha!
We have a day to
kill before going into Savannah. There
are a couple of really good marinas/anchorages right south of the city
proper…and since we were at dock for so long, figured to anchor and save some
mola before heading into the city! We
got to Turner Creek around 1500. The
designated anchorage is very narrow:
partially inside the actual small channel and very close to power lines
only set at 35’…We are anchor shy after Charleston and like chickens, opted to
instead go into this very tiny, very rustic marina…the only thing this marina
had going for it was the Publix literally in the same parking lot. Unfortunately, as we were going to be with
friends and in a city the next couple of days, reprovisioning was out…and I
still felt like crud. Mike and Salty
went for a couple walks that afternoon/night, but I stayed huddled up in the
front berth with 10 layers of cloths on, taking the happy pill, and
sleeping: hoping to all that is holy I
would recover tomorrow to enjoy our friends in Savannah!
11/02-05/2012 =>Savannah…and slamming
hangovers
Savannah has
been a goal for us since the beginning of this trip; we loved our very fast time here last March
and our great friends Tim and Janelle Sandberg live in Atlanta…they agreed to
meet us in Savannah when we finally sailed there! As if that wasn’t incentive enough, our NY
great friends Juli, (Mike) Kerr, and (Mike) Lupo also were to be joining
us! Kerr and Lupo’s flights that
Thursday were cancelled: and STILL they
wanted to come down (road trip). Juli’s flight that Friday morning into ATL
was still scheduled…random NYC!
Savannah has 3
options for dockage in the city proper; City docks (first come, first serve), City Market Docks, and the Westin (located across the river, but they have a free
ferry). Our first (and cheapest)
option was the City Docks…however we assumed as it was a weekend with a major
event (Rock and Roll Marathon), we would be unable to get a spot…so called the
City Market, right below the City Docks.
The dock master strongly urged us, as a boat our size, to NOT dock
there/city docks, and go to the Westin…well, okay…so we made reservations…As we
sailed closer to the City Docks…just to check them out, we noticed only one
boat at a 200’ dock…and decided to just screw the reservation at Westin and
pull in! The thing with this area: you are on a major shipping channel, and thus
will be passed by GINORMOUS ships…like 6 story tankers, fully loaded with truck
freights (or whatever you call those
things that go on MAC trucks)…to say I wish our 3rd bumper was hale
and hearty would be an understatement.
Within 45 minutes of being docked, a big freighter went by; at one
point, I thought the boat would be on top of the floating dock due to the
wake! Ha! And the current is INSANE, again think the
East River..and tie off to a small dock there…but alas, we were happy to be
soclose to all the downtown awesomeness!
Right on River Street, actually!
I had called ahead and made reservations with a reputable Dog
Daycare/Boarding place for Salty. I
figured it would not be fair to her to stick her in the boat all day/night
while we were out partying! Animals
Resort has the best reviews, and what looked like the best facility (she was getting her own room, with a car bed
and a tv…seriously)..However it was a bit of a journey to get there. We set out of the boat to walk the long way
to drop her off. We contacted Kerr and
Lupo: they were staying at the Holiday
Inn right across from us! They wanted to take the journey with us…little did
they (or I) know true distance…or the interesting neighborhoods we would walk
through to get there! Haha! Plus side, we have know seen ALL the parts of
Savannah, good or …scary… (thank you both
for taking that…amazing journey with us J) Once Salty was
in good hands, I felt like our crazy weekend of Southern Hospitality and
Friends could begin!!!
Janelle, Tim and
Juli joined us around 1600! So excited
and happy to have our friends with us!!!
The Sandbergs have never seen the You & I, so of course we needed to
show off J.
After a proper viewing, we all went in search of some grub and night
life! I will skip over some of the
happenings that night, but you can always ask one of us for stories in person!
Ha.
The Savannah Crew
Saturday was set
for recovering from Friday night, eating some more good food, and walking
around the many squares/parks in Savannah…and I dragged Jules and J to an old
cemetery (love these things). MORE drinking, eating, laughing, joking, etc
throughout the night! And I mayyyy have
been a little pushy about taking a Pickle Back Shot J! We
had a blast!
Sunday….dear
lawd! OWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ha. We met back up with the crew; Lupo and Kerr
were heading out early for their 13 hr drive home. Juli’s flight wasn’t until the next day, so
we all got brunch in the city market.
Thanks guys for also driving us to pick up the Salt!
After our crew
all left, Mike and I decided to hang out for one more night (sooo
hurting!) We were able to set up a
dinner reservation at Lady and Sons, the restaurant owned by Paula Dean! Sunday’s are buffet only, which was great for
us, as that was what we wanted anyway!
The food was awesome…but everything and I mean EVERYTHING was
covered/drowned/infused with butter…that was fried in butter, then steeped in
more butter…but seriously, soooooo good!
11/05-06/2012 =>Isle of Hope and
Kilkenny…
Many, many
cruisers have mentioned to us to stop at Isle of Hope after Savannah…and we are
still trying to figure out why! We
anchored outside the only marina…paid the 11.00 pp for a shower and quasi use
of the facility…the walk to the only grocer was very long and down some very
shady (no sides to the narrow streets) and not safe! We grabbed some food to make for dinner and
pretty much holed up in the boat for the night (got cold again too!)
The next
morning, Mike had planned to meet up with some friends of his grandparents
outside their neighborhood in Kilkenny Creek…Awkward moment is when you call
said friend of the family, and they have no idea who you are, ha! Kilkenny Creek is truly in the middle of
nowhere Georgia…and a bit scary! The
temp continuously kept dropping all day and into the night; both of us were
shivering by 2000. Mike and I had a long
discussion about our trip/ourselves all the
while listening to the Presidential Election results on AM radio.. The results
are we will be stopping soon, heading back home…but will have to research where
the best location for that will be…not to mention we HAVE to at least make it
to Florida! Ha.
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