The Journey

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Post # 90: Sunrise, Sunset

Friday, November 12 to Saturday, November 13, 2021

One of the reasons we like to dock at the Isle of Hope Marina in Savannah is for its bucolic setting. I want to share these iPhone photos of the radiant aurora created as first light broke. The second photo was taken 3 minutes after the first and I have not altered them in any way.


From Savannah we motored down the Skidaway River, past Moon River near the Mercer’s summer home, “Vernon View.” It’s not really “wider than a mile,” but it is wide enough to be able to listen to Andy Williams sing Moon River as you cross it.  What a voice…

We were following creeks and rivers, and crossing marshes and sounds as we motored behind more of Georgia’s barrier islands: Ossabaw, St. Catherine’s, Sapelo, Altamaha and St. Simon’s. We’re itching to get out onto the Atlantic and really sail again.  But here are some watery photos from the two mornings we trundled along, entirely alone for hours at a time.

The mists of Avalon…


When we reached our final anchorage, it was just us and a bald eagle.

And then the sun set.

Post #89: Let’s Visit the Cemetery (???)

Thursday, November 11 to Friday, November 12, 2021

Well, now you know that we did make it under the McKinley Washington Bridge and didn’t go aground at any of the shoaled areas.  Thank you, Mr. Wentworth, for teaching me how to do word problems.

We spent Thursday night at Isle of Hope Marina in Savannah and met up with Gary and Leslie from Happy Together, another Bahamas boat from last spring, for a delicious dinner out. They’ve been ahead of us on the ICW since October but will leave their boat in Savannah for the holidays and then head east in January like so many of us.  Finding a place to keep our New England boats in Florida for a while has been more challenging this year.  The marinas were quieter last year with fewer people traveling due to Covid.  We expect the Bahamas to be way more crowded, too.

After we visited Savannah last December we both read John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, the “non-fiction novel” that follows the early 1980s murder and subsequent legal trials of wealthy antiques dealer Jim Williams who shot his young lover, Danny Hansford, a volatile “handyman” in his employ. The book is populated with a gallery of remarkably eccentric characters, including Minerva, a voodoo priestess who works her magic in the graveyard at midnight—specifically, Bonaventure Cemetery. Visitors in search of the special “grave dirt” that Minerva used and/or to view the Bird Girl statue featured on the front cover of the book, have turned Bonaventure into the #2 top tourist attraction in Savannah according to TripAdvisor! Driven by FOMO, last spring we borrowed the Isle of Hope “Mercedes” loaner car and booked a tour.

Who knew a cemetery would be so fascinating!! We had a fabulous tour guide who explained that the cemetery stands on about 100 acres that were originally part of a large plantation owned by the Mullryne family before the Revolution. British sympathizers, their property was repatriated and they fled to Nassau. (Is there a theme here?) Subsequent owners of the plantation used part of it as a private family burial area until 1868 when one of them formed the Evergreen Cemetery Company. During the Victorian era, prominent families of Savannah began to purchase plots and erected elaborate monuments, commissioned statues, and created gated gardens in the new, private cemetery on the shores of the Wilmington River. With its curving pathways, cool breezes off the water, and its “natural cathedral of live oaks,” it was common for families to meet and picnic in the hauntingly beautiful and peaceful cemetery all the while providing a place of comfort and solace to bereaved friends and relatives.

But what makes the cemetery fascinating is the unraveling of all the symbolism of the monuments, statues, gates and gardens. 

This plot contains a tall columned monument in the center.  The columns announce that this family is a “pillar of Savannah society” yet the urn they surround is symbolic of the belief that our earthly lives exist only from “ashes to ashes.”

This statue marks the grave of a young girl.  The bouquet of rose buds indicate that she “never had a chance to bloom.”


During the Victorian era, the open area below the cross would have been a bed of flowers, each with its own special meaning. Note the infant “bed” on the left.

Like the GAR (Grand Army of the Republic) insignia at my great-grandfather’s grave in West Boxford, Southern veterans of the Civil War have this CSA (Confederate Soldiers of America) memorial marking their graves.

The statuary is really quite remarkable and often contains clues about the deceased. For example, an open book indicates a teacher or preacher; a lily indicates belief in the Resurrection; a rose on a woman’s grave means she died while “still beautiful.”


Johnny Mercer, lyricist, songwriter, singer and co-founder of Capitol Records, grew up in Savannah and is buried in the family plot. Our tour guide explained that where you are buried in Bonaventure Cemetery also says a lot about you and your family.  Savannah’s most prominent 19th century families have plots in the center circle called Plantation Square. The Mercers are off to the side.  Way off.

Even the shrubbery has meaning. Note the Sego Palms planted around their plot—indicating the family’s “rags to riches” history. The granite bench is inscribed with some of Johnny Mercer’s most famous songs: Moon River, Days of Wine and Roses, Skylark, You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby, Autumn Leaves, etc.—a tremendous contributor to the American songbook.

The most eerie grave we saw has to be the one pictured below.

It is difficult for us to imagine what it must have been like to live with the scourge of yellow fever during the 1800’s in Savannah. Three outbreaks ravaged the city and many of the hundreds who died in the 1876 epidemic are buried at Bonaventure. It’s a dreadful disease and back then no one realized how it was contracted (mosquitos) so no one wanted to touch the body of the deceased out of fear of becoming infected themselves. Horrifying as it seems, doctors sometimes mistook patients experiencing comas as having died.  They were quickly buried—alive! It became common practice to tie a string on the wrist of the deceased and attach it to a bell outside the grave so that if they awoke, they could ring for help and be “saved by the bell,” according to our guide.  I thought she was perpetrating an urban legend until I saw the bell next to the granite stone at the base. Shudder. Shiver.

No wonder Savannah is known as the most haunted city in America.






Friday, November 12, 2021

Post #88: Highs & Lows on the ICW

Tuesday, November 9 to Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Problem set for today.  Remember to show all your work and to write clearly.

1. What time do we have to leave the Charleston Maritime Center on November 9 to make the 9:30 a.m. opening of the Wappoo Creek Double Bascule Bridge?  What speed do we need to average? What are the currents during this part of the trip—in what direction and at what speed? 

2. If we make the 9:30 opening, when will we get to the McKinley Washington Bridge?Reports are that there is 65’ of air clearance when the tide is 4.5 feet. What is the greatest amount of tide we can safely transit with our 63.5’ mast height? What time will that be?

3. Once we get under the McKinley Washington, will the tide be high enough to get us over the shallow depths of Watts Cut shortly after the MW bridge?


4. When will we have enough tide to get us through the Ashepoo Coosaw Cutoff on Wednesday morning?

5. When will we get to Lady’s Island Marina in Beaufort (Bew-fr) and can we get those fabulous shrimp and grits again at the Dockside restaurant?

6. What does it say on the water tower at Parris Island, home to the Marine’s infamous boot camp?  Answer:  We Make Marines



Post #87: Back in Charleston, Y’all

Monday, November 8, 2021

Ah, Charleston, one of my favorite cities.  Many others agree as it was voted No. 1 Small U.S. City each year from 2011-2019 by readers of  Condé Nast Traveler magazine and No. 1 City in the U.S. by the readers of Travel + Leisure (2013-2019). Of course, this last accolade is a bit difficult for a Bostonian to swallow (after all, they don’t even have an MLB baseball team nor a world renowned art museum and symphony—I could go on, but instead I’ll try to show a little Southern graciousness...) 

Charleston has a rich history, well-preserved architecture, a fabulous restaurant scene, a vibrant arts community, beaches and golf, and a booming economy, including a commercial port that ranks 6th in the nation with over $72 billion in imports and exports moving across its docks. I mention this because we docked at the Charleston Maritime Marina the three times we’ve visited—and were rocked like a hobby horse each time one of those giant container ships passed by!

Given that we had only a few hours before casting off again, there was only one item on our “to see in Charleston” list this fall:  getting together with Jason and Rebecca from Pleiades, one of our six Bahamas boats from last winter.  I don’t know if anything like this has ever happened to you after time away, but once we returned to our “real” life  with the family in DC and back home in Boston, it was easy to slip into a state of disbelief about the adventures we had in the Bahamas. Did we really meet all those wonderful new friends in the middle of a worldwide pandemic? really travel together for 3 months to islands surrounded by liquid turquoise? Or was it all just, as Joni Mitchell sang, one of “life’s illusions, I recall”?

I’m happy to report: Jason and Rebecca are real!!  It was great fun to catch up on all their news—boat projects, plans for their next trip, and to hear about Robert and Drew, their two teenaged sons who inspired us to “just jump in” at every turn.  They’re hoping to sail all the way to the western Caribbean and Belize for some fabulous snorkeling. What a trip that will be!

We had just left Charleston on our trip north last May when I stopped writing in this blog. I hope you’ll excuse the delay, but here are some musings from that spring trip when, vaccinated, we visited more of the city, including Ft. Sumter.

We took another horse-drawn carriage ride in the spring.  Charleston has a unique way of controlling the areas the carriages (there are 5 companies) visit to minimize vehicular traffic disruption. Shortly after your carriage loads up and sets off, the driver stops at a little kiosk where a randomly drawn “bingo ball” determines what route your carriage will take.


 In the fall of 2020 we traveled around the restored homes in the elegant Historic District.


Last spring we saw a completely different part of the city, including the University of Charleston and the first low-income housing development in Charleston—not exactly what most tourists expect to visit but we appreciated the “insider’s tour.” We even drove by the Old City Jail built in 1802.  It housed Charleston’s most infamous criminals and during the Civil War, Confederate and Union prisoners of war were incarcerated there.  Most notably were many African American soldiers from the 54th Massachusetts Regiment who were captured after their assault on Fort Wagner in 1863. Today it is used only as a venue for ghost tours while it awaits a major renovation.


Like Boston (or Concord, MA) historic preservation in Charleston is rarely an easy task. According to our tour guide, there’s an unofficial “75 Year Rule” that doesn’t allow for any changes to a home or building that has been in existence for over 75 years without the approval of the city. I think even the Concord Historic District Commission might be intimidated by the Charleston Board of Architectural Review!

We spent a second day in Charleston last spring and took the ferry out to Ft. Sumter National Historic Park. Here, at the fort named for South Carolina Revolutionary War patriot Thomas Sumter, the opening shots of the Civil War were fired on April 12, 1861. It remained a Confederate stronghold protecting Charleston’s harbor for the next 4 years, bringing in war supplies and shipping out cotton in payment.

By the time the war ended in 1865, the fort’s impressive 50-foot high walls had been pummeled for months and were reduced to a pile of rubble.  Excavation and restoration continue even today.


Visitors gather around for the raising of the US flag at 10 a.m. each day, reminding us that, despite all our differences, we are one nation. 




Monday, November 8, 2021

Post #86: Shrimp, Schooners and Stormy Weather

Saturday, November 6 to Monday, November 8, 2021

Once we were securely tied to the face dock at Hazzard’s Marina, David and I donned our down vests, fleeces, and heavy rain gear and walked to our favorite fish market, Independent Seafood.  No frills, no fuss, just scrumptious, “right off the boat” fresh shrimp and fish to fill our freezer.




Although Georgetown (pop. 8600) is still a fishing port, for many years it has also relied on the lumber trade. We learned from our visit to the South Carolina Maritime Museum that, “When Georgetown was established in 1733, coastal South Carolina was covered in virgin forests of longleaf pine, cypress, and live oak... By the 1850’s, longleaf southern pine was considered essential by commercial shipbuilders for the planking and decking of wooden ships, most of which were built in Maine…By 1880, most of the commercial wooden sailing ships…were three and four-masted schooners, competing with iron-hulled steamships to haul freight along the east coast of the US. Annually, between 1890 and 1920, hundreds of wooden schooners sailed into Georgetown to load lumber at the Atlantic Coast Lumber Company…. (The) last commercial wooden sailing schooners were built during WWI…and by 1939 most of the longleaf pine trees in South Carolina were gone.”


Cotton bales and cypress shingles being unloaded from a river steamer in the early 1900s.

Harvesting lumber still plays a large part in Georgetown’s economy as International Paper Company constructed in 1937 what was then the largest paper mill in the world. Since the port is no longer dredged (stopped in 2016), cargo no longer is shipped from Georgetown.  But the paper mill still employs 700 workers and makes “fluff pulp” for hygiene products and the wallboard tape that likely is attached to your walls!


The rain started up just as we left the museum.  Fortunately our modern “foulies” were more comfortable than this waterproof diver’s suit, featured in the exhibit about diving shipwrecks.


The museum also featured a low-tech but very interesting map tracking the hurricanes that have occurred this year.  Though not a named storm, we were glad to be tied up securely as the wind howled; the fenders squealed, wedged between the boat and the dock; the mast and rigging shook; the bow, spring and aft lines moaned; and the river thwapped against the sides. Time to turn on the heater and snuggle up with a good book and a warm cup of soup.




Saturday, November 6, 2021

Post #85: Diamonds and Dolly Parton

 Wednesday, November 3 to Friday, November 5, 2021

It was a gorgeous sail down the coast of North Carolina from Beaufort to Wrightsville Beach as we followed ‘diamonds on the water’ the whole way. 

The next day, however, was cloudy and pretty dreary.  I remember last year posting quite a few photos of the homes along the ICW as I was quite taken by the variety of architecture and dock arrangements.  This year I got to thinking about the enormous number and types of boats that ply these waters, each with a different mission—transport, fishing, speed, luxury, trawling, gambling, commercial, etc., etc. Here are some of my favorites over the past few days.  (I’m still not sure—what is the mission of this first one??)



These two are named Sea Screamer and Sea Racer.  You can book a ride by contacting Capt. Juel’s Hurricane Restaurant.

This one just goes out to sea and back again so you can gamble off shore as there are no land-based casinos in South Carolina. (Where there’s a will, there’s a way….)

I’ve also paid attention to the scenery along the rivers and creeks.  We have both missed the vibrant colors of fall in New England although we did get a taste of it when we drove home in October for my nephew’s wedding.  Here’s the best I could find along the ICW just to the west of Myrtle Beach. (No contest, my friends from South Carolina, no contest.)


Ah, Myrtle Beach, home to 60 miles of sand, 86 golf courses, 50 miniature golf courses, Ripley’s Aquarium, Broadway at the Beach, the SkyWheel Ferris wheel, and Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede and the Pirates Voyage Dinner & Show (no apostrophe, Louise, I checked).  What more can I say?

We continued on to Osprey Marina.  You remember—the place I said I would never go back to again, never, ever, EVER?  I lost.  But the the alligators didn’t show up and we left early on Friday, motoring down the Waccamaw River, or as I call it, the Whack-a-Mole because you have to avoid all the mounds of who-knows-what floating (growing?) in the middle of the river and the tangles of water hyacinths that appear out of nowhere.


Georgetown, SC, our destination for the next two days as we wait out another spate of high winds and rain, is another quaint coastal town with streets lined with live oaks and storefronts from the early 1900s and a wooden boardwalk along the harbor.  We’ve been here twice before but it was a LOT warmer during those earlier visits.  



This time when we arrived at Hazzard’s Marina, we asked the dockhands if we’d taken a wrong turn and somehow ended up in Maine?? Yes, the temperatures are in the 40’s, the winds are in the 30’s, the rain is in the teens (centimeters, that is) and we are in our 60’s. 

We did venture out to the South Carolina Maritime Museum.  More on that tomorrow.


Thursday, November 4, 2021

Post #84: Dolphins, Pirates, and Coffee

 Monday, November 1 to Tuesday, November 2, 2021

You know it is going to be a good day when a dolphin greets you as you approach your next port of call:


Welcome to Beaufort, NC, a quaint coastal town of about 4000 residents located on a navigable channel leading south to the Atlantic Ocean.  Originally a fishing village dating back to the late 1600’s, Beaufort’s history has included patriots, pirates, slave ships, boat-building, fish processing factories and whaling. Because Beaufort was occupied by Union forces during the Civil War, many of the early buildings are still in use.

Today’s tourists who stroll the main street and the boardwalk along the waterfront can choose from many restaurants, shops, and historical sites.  You can take a ferry to the Rachel Carson Estuarine Reserve, the Cape Lookout National Seashore or on a tour boat to see dolphins and wild ponies.  

David and I chose to spend the day in the highly recommended North Carolina Maritime Museum where we learned much about Beaufort’s ship building and fishing industries. But even more intriguing were the exhibits of “bounty” recovered from the wreck of the Queen Anne’s Revenge, Blackbeard’s infamous vessel! In 1997, nearly three centuries after it sunk, the wreck was discovered just a couple of miles away from Beaufort and in only about 20’ of water!! Cannon, an anchor, glassware, ceramics, metal fittings, blunderbusses and much, much more have been found and are on display at the museum.  You can even watch marine archaeologists working to uncover more artifacts at their laboratory right in the museum.




We needed to get up before sunrise on Tuesday in order to take advantage of favorable tides as we headed out into the Atlantic to sail 75 miles south to Masonboro Inlet and the town of Wrightsville Beach.

Getting up early has never been one of my favorite things to do. I’ve never been a coffee drinker—until becoming a sea gypsy.  I love the smell of coffee, but not the taste.  In fact, I prefer a combo of half milk, half coffee—sort of like a coffee frappe (I guess you can take the girl away from the ice cream stand but you can’t take….). Anyway, once we are underway on these early mornings, to help me wake up, I make the coffee for both of us. Without electricity.

Here’s the process: Remove the cutting board cover from the stovetop burners. Get the coffee pot and the tea kettle out of the cabinet. Pour filtered water into the kettle. Ask David to turn the propane tank on in the cockpit locker since he’s at the helm. Then flip the LPG Control switch on the circuit board at the chart station. Next, cross to the other side of the boat, push the control that turns on the solenoid, grab a lighter from the drawer and light the burner.  While the water heats up, measure ground coffee and pour into the bottom of the French Press.  Take the half & half and milk out of the refrigerator and pour into the appropriate Yeti tumblers, adding 2 tsp of sugar for David. Once the water boils, pour it into the French Press and set timer for 10 minutes. Let it steep. Remember to shut off the LPG Control switch and ask David to turn off the propane at the tank. Once the timer goes off, gently press down on the water in the coffee pot and pour out the deliciously hot coffee, and drink.

There’s just one problem with this whole thing—you have to be awake in order to actually make the coffee that you are making to help you wake up. 





Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Post #83: Chattin’ at the Locks

Saturday, October 30 to Monday, November 1, 2021

The photo of the Proud Mary in the previous post was taken as we waited to enter the Great Bridge Locks south of Norfolk. I remember being SO nervous as we approached those locks in October 2020.  We’d never taken Onward through the process, had really no idea what was going to happen as the lock keepers directed us from afar due to Covid restrictions.  This year they were right there to help us snug up to the wall and loop our lines over the bollards on shore—a piece of cake now that we knew what to expect!


You’ll notice the sailboat Halcyon in front of us.  As we waited for the lock gates to operate and the water to drop two feet, we got talking to Angie and JD from Wisconsin.  Recently retired, they motored all the way down the Mississippi (through 40+ locks!) around Florida, and up to the Chesapeake. Now they are headed back south to the Bahamas and then onto Grenada and, “Then, who knows? We’d like go west through the canal and circle the globe.” Wow!!!

The boat behind us, Gypsy, hailed from Stamford, CT. They are headed to the Bahamas, too.  Danielle has actually been there numerous times before but never by sailboat.  A retired kindergarten teacher, Danielle volunteers for a small non-profit that collects children’s books and distributes them to schools in the Exumas. Usually they are delivered by cargo boat and she flies down from CT and sets them up in school “libraries” fashioned out of plastic milk crates. Now that her husband, Roger, is retired, they decided to take their own sailboat all the way to visit the islands and the children.

We enjoyed spending time with both couples for a couple of days at Coinjock Marina in North Carolina as, once again, we waited out some very strong winds. We traveled together for the next day, too, sharing advice on weather and routing apps with Gypsy and alerting each other to any floating logs, deadheads (the protruding stump kind—not Jerry Garcia fans), and other potential hazards. The camaraderie (and expertise) that is shared along the ICW is one of the things we like best about this kind of travel.  One of the favorite parts of my job at Concord Academy was meeting a new set of parents each year (“a river of new families,” I used to say). This year we feel much more comfortable talking with folks and having dinner together, now that we’re vaccinated.

As many of you know from following this blog last year, we had a pod of 6 boats for almost 3 months in the Bahamas. We have all stayed in touch since last April and it was great fun to spend Halloween with Rick and Sue from Miss Adventure and their sailing friends from Oriental, NC. We met the other 10 boats up a very remote creek off the Neuse River.  It seems Rick and Sue took the Bahama’s pirate legacy to heart!

We also enjoy the quiet times as we slowly move along the rivers, sounds, creeks and canals towards Beaufort, NC, a town rich in history and a pirate legacy of its own.  More tomorrow…