Motoring through the Georgia marshlands. Honda outboard droning along contentedly. Hellgate behind us… a total non-event. Riding a 2 mph tidal boost up the Vernon river. Reading “11/22/63”, by Stephen King, on my iPhone.
The outboard drone starts sounding… wrong. Sort of an odd beating rhythm like when two motors are at slightly different rpm’s. The sensation gets stronger. Glance at the sky and realize the rotors of 3 Blackhawk helicopters are creating a funky quartet with the Honda.
Later, start getting an evil vibe off the autopilot. The electro-mechanical marvel will keep Endeavor on a true course in the worst conditions, come wind or cross-current.
But step away from the cockpit for ONE SECOND, and the damn thing goes straight at the nearest channel marker like a guided missile. The saving grace is she is a SLOW missile.
Maybe there is an evil vortex around those poles and it awakens when we look away.
Maybe I shouldn’t read Stephen King while piloting.
Later, a sensation of pure goodness hits me when I see these guys cavorting. Sure going to miss their daily visits. Not bored of seeing them and probably never will be.
Later, mid-day sensation of slow motion juggling while slipping Endeavor backwards into a tight spot along the inside of the face dock. Worth the risk of sinking our boat and 3 others to get on the inside away from wakes on the river?
Yep. Tomorrow it’s going to blow and waves will be rocking everyone on the outside of the dock while we sleep soundly.
Thunderbolt Marina, in Thunderbolt, Georgia, is not so much a marina as an extra dock in a large marine service yard. The yard works on some serious vessels.
The Marina dock offers two options: outside, with wakes and waves, and inside, more or less calm. A stiff current flows through parallel to the dock.
The 1+ mph current was flowing from left to right in the picture below. Lined up forward and to port of the other sailboat, then gently slowed the engine so she would drift backward with the current. Small bursts left and right with the outboard coaxed her to starboard and next to the dock.
Kind of like parallel parking, backwards, down a hill, on ice.
Okay, so it took two tries, and the judges scored us only 6.7, but we got ‘er done.
Another view of the tight spot. By backing in the exit is made easier.
Note the height of the tide: later the river will be far up the poles where the wood changes color. The dock floats up and down with the tide.
Later, Birthday Girl wished to go shop at a Goodwill, so we biked about 8 miles, round-trip, to make it so.
There, she made the fastest in-shop-exit cycle ever: about 37 seconds. Turns out it was a Goodwill “outlet”; the place they sell stuff which won’t sell in their regular stores. And, you know, even the Admiral has standards…
Later yet, celebrated my lovely bride’s 29th birthday at Jalapenos Mexican Grill. She got the sensation of eating from a live volcano…
…putting on a colorful sombrero and having Happy Birthday sung to her by the staff Then downing her complimentary shot of tequila and wedge of lime.
Her meal was named MolcaJete, which refers to the type of stone bowl. The steak, chicken and shrimp contents are eaten fajita style. A Coronarita finished off her selection.
I tried their BBQ Fajitas, a sinfully rich combination of chicken fajitas slathered in BBQ sauce. A Pina Colada added more sweetness.
More calories than we consumed the whole time in the Bahamas? Maybe, but how often does the Admiral turn 29?
At least once more, as always.