Brickhill River, GA
12/27 Thursday, 1100.6, 70/64, cloudy, SE15-20 - “Oh what a night, late December…” The tide continued to run opposite the wind until midnight. I woke Dobbs around 10pm because we changed direction onto a strange “tack”. As the current slackened, the forces of wind and water were equal and we spun occasionally, yawing in the breeze. Not relaxing. A small comfort was seeing the other two boats in the anchorage also swirling and bobbing. Dobbs stayed up until midnight, when the ebb set in and Grace returned to laying with the current. I slept fitfully on my seat at the table and, later, scrunched into the quarterberth (occupied by sails and stores). I don’t know what time it was when I knew I could sleep in the V-berth and trundled forward, dragging my wool blanket like Linus.
We both slept well until it was time to rise at 5am. We wanted to get the anchor up at slack tide, even if it meant hovering in the river in the dark for a bit until daybreak. We didn’t want to be truly underway until we could clearly spot crab pots.
Dobbs helmed for all but about two hours, while I washed dishes and made lunch. We sailed across St. Simon’s Sound - not much of a sail - a half-hour jaunt - but it was sailing nonetheless. We put into Jekyll Harbor Marina for fuel only to learn their diesel pump had broken three days prior. Still, the stop offered the opportunity to walk Murphy, buy ice, and dispose of trash. Next up was a crossing of St. Andrew’s Sound, to Cumberland Island and an anchorage near the north end of the Brickhill River. Rain started just as we casting off from the fuel dock and stayed with us, on-and-off, until sunset. While we’ve always had a fair passage of St. Andrew’s Sound, it’s disconcertingly shallow at the turn back from the ocean - the channel depth at the “corner” is 9-12’ MLW with shifting shoals just outside of it - not much comfort in big waves. We saw what appeared to be a random red nun, not in the channel it seemed we should be following. The thing is, at inlets, channel markers get moved occasionally as the channel shifts, so it’s good practice to follow the marks you see. We had to make a judgement call that the nun was off-station - and it was, but I was very nervous about being wrong until we were clear of the inlet.
The Brickhill River is a welcome oasis of not-too-deep water with not-too-much current and good wind and wave protection - it’s always provided us with peace and a good night’s sleep. I made 16-bean soup for dinner. Dobbs is already in bed and I’m fast behind. The dishes will have to wait on the counter until morning.