Savannah, May 10,2007

We traveled up the Intracoastal Waterway from Brunswick to Savannah for three days. The route was scenic, mostly marshes and trees with many birds and occasional dolphins accompanying us. Of course, many of the areas were narrow, and there wasn’t much wind, so again we motored. Occasionally, we traveled with several other boats plodding along with us at about 6 knots per hour. Most boats however were trawlers or other yachts motoring at much higher speeds. We anchored at three places along the way: Wally’s Leg, Wahoo River and Moon River, before reaching Savannah on March 14. At Wally’s Leg, we had intended to jump in the water for a cool swim in the morning before we left, but just as we were ready, a nearby boater asked if we had seen the alligator on shore. That was all we needed to abort those plans….

As we approached Moon River, the ICW was lined with gorgeous multi-million-dollar homes. It was very pretty. We had hoped to find some seafood restaurants along the route, but no luck.

Once in Savannah, we docked at Thunderbolt Marina, just south of the historic district. We needed a few repairs and planned to visit Denver—a business trip for Mike. After settling on the needed repairs, we were able to make our plans to leave for Denver on Saturday, May 19. On Thursday, we had the good fortune to meet a very nice lady, Brenda Haynes, who worked in a plumbing store we visited after trekking three miles to a Home Depot which did not have what we needed. Brenda befriended us and drove us to get some supplies then to our boat—a welcome gesture as we were exhausted from the heat. Once at the boat, Brenda was joined by her husband, Ken. After a glass or two of wine, they offered to check our boat while we were gone. We drew the line at their more than generous offers to take us to the airport, etc. When we returned from Denver, Ken and Brenda took us on a tour of Tybee Island. We thanked for their generosity with a great meal at Paula Deen’s brother’s restaurant, Uncle Bubba’s Oyster House—for those of you who know the southern gourmet on food TV.

On Friday, we needed yet more hard-to-find propane bottles, and although Mike tried, we were unable to rent a car to get them, a good distance away. As he was repeating his bad luck at 4 p.m. to a passerby, Jim of Wind Dancer III, who had just rented a car for the weekend, said he would take him. Away they went in a hurry. We thanked them with a dinner of low-country boil and ribs shared on their trawler.