We spent the night last evening at anchor in the middle of northern Georgia. It was an uneventful evening and we slept well. We think that we are now in the middle of bug world. Today, we spent the day underway smacking biteing flies. After about four hours with a fly swatter, it was aparent that the body count was mounting but we were losing. They are capable of getting their way quickly and they leave an itching spot for about thirty minutes. So, the war was on. I started to just kick the bodies into the scupper with the thought of flushing them out later. After about 10 pounds of them, it was a simple case of just ignoring all but the biters.
The area around the Savannah River is beautiful, yet the river, touted in the guides as a busy place is a non-happening place compared to the CC Ship Channel. We crossed the river and into South Carolina about noon. There was a distinct difference in that there are fewer homes along the waterway. The area is like savannahs with the marsh grass for miles. Our destination was Hilton Head and we made it around 1500 hours. We are now docked next to the ICW and even as late as 2000 there are still boats in transit. We are told that during the migration in the fall, boats are not only more plentiful but
dock space is hard to find. Not so on the summer trek north. The tides continue to amaze us. At this dock, it is almost 9 feet from low to high.
This morning, we found a stowaway, a crab. Yummy is a cutie and is only about 1 inch across. He has chosen to hide in the anchor locker and eludes me at every attempt to throw his butt off the boat. When we are in the cockpit, he roams the foredeck at will. Most likely we will stay here just tonight and tomorrow since we want to get to Beaufort soon. Our long stop for history purposes is Charleston.
Tonight, we are hooked to shore power and will cool the boat to the max. Tomorrow is boat maintenance and virtually no site seeing.
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