Fronts & Friends


We’re still in Georgia. And it’s ok. While the weather front slowed our underway progress, it accelerated our friend-making. And we have made friends, both on the humble dock and in the small town (Darien, Ga.) I love it when “good” comes from “bad” … as it usually does, given enough time. At least that is my experience.

Tonight will be our 6th night here; we came for just one. The severe weather that’s been pounding the east coast has made itself known here too; heavy rain last night, wind gusts of 40mph today, and temps will plunge into the 20s tonight. Good thing we have heat on board. The monthly street fair was canceled so I undertook the “Walking Tour of Darien” to see anything I might’ve missed. A friendly local took us on a shopping outing to refill supplies. There was time for boat clean-up and reorganization — and, the ever-necessary planning. We hope to be in Beaufort S.C. in a few days and I’ve made reservations at a good marina there. We plan to anchor out on the way. (We’ll by-pass Savannah since we’ve been there, and it’s not such a comfortable or easy place to visit by boat.)

I’ve mentioned before that “the world” might recede while living on a boat, but it doesn’t disappear. The issue of rising fuel prices is as relevant to those who travel by water as it is to those who travel by land. Jeff wondered for awhile whether we should leave the boat here and take a break while waiting for prices to stabilize. My answer was “Let’s go…I’ll cover it.” (And I’m grateful that I can. My investments have taken a pretty big hit as the market roils, but I have a cushion and am glad again that I was raised to be frugal.) There’s been a lot of on-line discussion among boaters about whether fuel prices will affect their plans. I doubt it’s much of an issue for most Loopers, considering that their boats generally cost $100-200,000. (Not Many Moons! πŸ˜‰ ) Sadly, many boaters use this issue to make political statements and I’m remembering to be mindful where I put my attention. I’m grateful that Loopers themselves tend to avoid political discussions. It’s about the adventure for us!

So, we will move north again tomorrow, leaving in the frigid early-morning with the high tide, along with the two boats that have been waiting here with us. We are weeks ahead of the bulge of Loopers who will travel up the East Coast this spring, and we like that.

Photos and captions below describe our extended stay in the shrimp town of Darien, Ga.

We have seen this water change so much–placid here, but tumultuous just hours later.
Like I said–tumultuous later.
Today’s winds whipped as we got the bikes back to the boat. Note the down jacket.
Jeff uses a pole he fashioned months ago to lift the bikes from the dock to the fly bridge, where they ride when we’re under way. It’s more stable than the method we used to use, and much easier for me.
The local “wine bar” offers wine on tap–the first time we’ve seen that–and was a fun hang-out to visit with the locals. We’ve met Bubba and Rusty and Ray and….
I took a spill on the boat and have a bump on the head — but fortunately won’t need Lucy’s services! (Seen on a neighborhood fence.)
The nearby car wash lets you wash your car–or boat–or dog–in the same place. Good marketing on their part!
Greg and Tammy of This Is It hosted Roger and Christine of Oceanus, and me and Jeff, on board their large boat for social hour. Greg and Tammy are just weeks into The Loop. Roger and Christine are not doing the Loop, but are veteran sailors who sail to the Bahamas regularly.

As usual when meeting other boaters, we share tips–and I usually have my notebook handy!
Live oaks line many of the town’s streets.
This ancient “tabby oak” has grown into the old walls on the waterfront. Now that’s one hardy tree.
Today’s high winds blew Spanish Moss from the live oaks and left it scattered on the ground all over town.
I wonder how a town of 2,000 can have so many churches. (And sometimes I wonder why, since we all profess to worship the same God, but that’s another discussion! πŸ˜‰ ) I think I counted eight, without trying. This one reminds us of the town’s roots in slavery.
Jeff and I took a leisurely bike ride between rain squalls. Does this look like a rice paddy? No big surprise there. The local plantation created rice fields, with slave labor, and ran a rice mill. (See previous post.)
Jeff examines an odd mechanism to manage water flow during our biking exploration of nearby marshes.
Doesn’t Jeff look like a salty mariner here?! He got a haircut the next day.
A calm sunset near our dock before the winds whipped up.
Shrimp boats seen through marsh grasses at night.

3 thoughts on “Fronts & Friends

  1. I knew you would be in the area of a strong storm front, so I appreciate receiving this post. You are one tough and resourceful lady! I love your adventurous spirit and winning ways.

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