Sun Nov 17 - In which we are once again warm

Teakettle Creek anchorage –Morning Star Marina, St Simons

I think we had reached the maximum stress that a human body can take because we both just gave up and slept deeply.  (In spite of the fact that the chine makes any water hitting the boat sound like a very diligent and excitable percussion ensemble – the timpani is especially well represented.)  And in the morning, we were right where we were supposed to be.  (Note to self – write letter of appreciation to anchor company, Rocna)

The little boat was chomping at the bit because she/he/they know they are heading for the barn.  We were almost at St Simons, which is basically where we will stop until after Thanksgiving.  And it did seem that the closer we got to St Simons the more fully the sun came in to view.  We had forgotten what that golden orb looked like.

The other thing that came into full focus as we came into the harbor was the GIGANTIC container ship, Golden Ray, that capsized off of St Simons in Sept of this year.  Google it – it’s amazing.  4,000 cars just sitting there.  The pilot was hailed as a hero because he realized what was happening with the ballast and got the ship out of the main shipping lane (which is said to be the second busiest on the Eastern Seaboard).  But wouldn’t you still hate to have that on your resume?…  There is a big use of your tax dollars going on around the clock as they try to figure out what to do next.  It seems they will have to cut it up eventually – and it’s a pretty new boat.

Our friends Dottie and Jack came down to the Morningside Marina, just outside St Simons, to welcome us.  It was so fun to see familiar faces.  And to share our little Weeble Boat. 

 It was Yet.  Another.  Gorgeous.  Sunset.  And so nice to be warm again.

We ordered a pizza, delivered to the marina.  How spoiled are we…