|Despite Wayne’s persistent housekeeping, the spiders rebuilt|
Frosty beauty aside, thanks to their poor timing,
a Viking funeral was in order.
We awoke to a clear blue sky our last morning at Ortega Landing Marina. But Mother Nature decided a more challenging start was in order, and ushered in the fog.
Still, we were ready, and rarin’ to get going South before Jacksonville’s railroad bridge shut off passing boat traffic for 10 days.
Tina (aka mast monkey extraordinaire) saw us off, as did our friendly marina neighbor Daniel from SprayCat. Many of our other marina friends preceded us South already. We’re looking forward to reconnoitering!
|Not much in the way of landmarks in the fog.|
Our daily goal was to reach St. Augustine, some 53 miles away — a bit of a push at our typical 4-6 knot pace with dusk descending by 5:30 pm. It required perfect bridge timing and cooperative tides and currents. Ultimately, the currents prompted our ending day one less than halfway, pulling in at Sister’s Creek for a safe overnight anchorage.
Our second mishap was the discovery that it’s wise to do a bit more prep and test-driving of our dinghy’s outboard between cruising. More on that in a future post.
|Didn’t look like much; we were within|
~ 1/4 mile of Jacksonville’s railroad bridge.
|Cranes at Jacksonville’s industrial port.|
Still, we arrived at a safe destination in one piece, with a minimum of fuss and muss. All in all, not a bad start.
That night, at long last, we swung free, secure in anchorage, enjoying our privacy as we watched Venus begin its bright early eve arc into the sky.
|Sunset from our anchorage at Sister’s Creek Jacksonville.|
|Ahhh… that’s the opening we needed to get to the other side!|
|Sister’s Creek Bridge; we waited 1/2 hour|
for bridge maintenance equipment to
move and the bridge to lift so we
could anchor on the other side.
|Grits with ham & Louisiana hot sauce;|
apropos Southern passage food.