4/2/16         Saturday             Turner's Creek near Savannah, GA



Well, that thunderstorm was short last night but it was pretty intense....having never been in a thunderstorm while anchored in a strange river in GA. Chalk it up to another adventure.  The storm wind was fierce so the boat leaned over quite a bit. Oh, I don't know. A 5 degree incline. Doesn't sound like much but I'm glad we put the vase of flowers and the coffee pot in the sink and the pee bucket locked in the head so it didn't slide around and spill. David Amelia and I sat on the settee in the Pilot House and watched the storm go by. Talked about how to "deal" with a tornado - life vests for us, halter for Amelia, all of us huddled under the table. I wonder, though, if we don't need some additional covering for Amelia. Ditch bag, of course, with ID, checks and credit cards, eperb. Thank goodness none of this has been necessary and hoping it never will.

All that rain and wind and stress made for a GREAT night's sleep after the danger had passed. I don't thin any of us moved except for a pee trip in the night until around 8 AM, quite late for us these weeks, pushing to get miles and waves under our keel.  So we lifted anchor and were off on yet another adventure before 0900 hours....back down Crescent River and out into the Sapelo river heading north. I had beginning symptoms of vertigo so took a drug my doctor had prescribed. And drank a LOT of water (stress, dehydration, tiredness are contributors to vertigo). Couldn't go too much at that point about tiredness and stress and I already had a great 8 hours of sleep. But the drug worked. No additional dizziness throughout the day.

The day of motoring and sailing was long. I think we covered 58 miles today, maybe a record for us. I ran us aground and I was exactly on the magenta line - that line on the electronic chart that is supposed to be in "good" water. NOT. "Gush", the sound running aground in sand/mud makes. Actually it is more of a feeling than a sound since you really can't hear over the engine running. So there we were, aground. David...Capt.David....took over the helm and backed us out of the shallows. There was lots of wind today. We flew the inner jib to steady ourselves a bit and get some lift when we were running against the tide or current. Traveled anywhere from 5-8 mph depending upon where we were with the tide. Not too stressful. Tedious. Tiring. Boring a lot of the time. David asked me at one point how I was. "Falling asleep", I said and I was at the helm. Time to change jobs.

Dolphins frolicked in front of us several times. The barn swallows seemed to be migrating. They were flitting all around crossing St. Catherine's Sound. Singles, duets and ensembles of 12 or more. And the marshes are really greening up. Hard to tell from the photo but some really tender yellow green color

Tonight we're in Turner's Creek just south of Thunderbolt. I'm not sure we're in a town though there is a food store and drug store just several hundred yards from where we're rafter next to a 42' sailing vessel. We'd planned to anchor in this creek and dingy in to a dock where we could get showers and tie up for tomorrow while we took a bus into Savannah. No moorings or slips were available in the vicinity. We came up along this boat under repair to ask the men on board who we might call for dockage. They said to raft with them while they gave us a number to call. We did. We made friends. We were invited to stay this night and tomorrow. And the young couple who are refurbishing the boat are going to give us a ride to Savannah tomorrow morning. They're hoping to leave for an around the world adventure by the end of this month. Oh my!

Long day. Savannah early tomorrow. Off to bed.