Tues May 26: Wahoo River Anchorage to Savannah (Bahia Blue Marina)

In which I break the dock...

I was still working out a complicated dream when Rick pulled up the anchor and I drove us out of the Wahoo River.  It's sort of like driving under the influence.  We were about 1 hour into the trip before I fully woke up.  And the only reason I woke up because we crossed St Catherine's Sound in wind and rain, bucking like a rabid bronco.  This is EXACTLY my memory of St Catherine's Sound the last time we came through.

The view from the helm.

It was good I was wide awake because next came the reason we had to get up early - Hell's Gate.  Duh-duh-duh... (dramatic music).

 Rick was so stressed about the name that we had to be sure to get there right at 11:30am so that the tide was full height.  Just in case.  It took about 4 1/2 minutes to get through.  So that was kind of a waste of perfectly good adrenaline.  Don't worry - I made up for that lack of drama later in the day.

The storm had finally stopped as we came into Savannah, and since things were calm and it was a facedock empty except for one boat, I decided to practice docking.  Aain. Just as I came parallel to the one boat on the dock (a good-sized yacht) the wind whipped up and pushed me sideways.  In order to avoid hitting the boat (one of my true nightmares) I punched it, misjudged the angle and ran full-on straight into the ONLY thing on the dock - the electrical power post.  The dock hand just stood there with a look of awed terror on his face.  The scene from Speed II where the runaway boat mows down all the docks and ends up in a restaurant flashed before my eyes and then we were stopped and tied up.

The ONLY THING ON THE DOCK TO HIT - besides the dock itself.

A ding on the boat where it is almost impossible to ding a boat.

Rick fixing said object - which is made to bend but not break.  I guess I'm not the only idiot out there piloting a boat.

Screws bent by my little tap.

It was so awful that somehow all we could do was laugh about it...  Rick fixed the post (of course he did - only he used actual good screws so the next boater who runs into that post is in for a shock because it's not going to bend).  We shook off the horror with buffalo shrimp from our favorite shack.

Then it was (free!) laundry, showers, a Webinar on the Rideau Canal in Canada (our hoped for destination) and off to bed.  Gosh I hope I don't dream about docking.. I especially hope Rick doesn't dream about me docking...