We made it back to St. Augustine, this time with our boat! We had been toying with the idea of taking the ICW for a few days, but the weather looked good so we decided to do an offshore run, leaving our anchorage outside Savannah in Possum Point Saturday morning and arriving in St. Augustine early Sunday morning. It was a pretty quiet trip. No wind so we motored the whole way, rolling in a little before sunrise.
We first visited St. Augustine for a long weekend by car last spring. Yes, it’s a tad touristy, but as one of the oldest cities in the United States, it has a cool maritime history and an awesome Spanish fort, not to mention the Pirate Museum. This time, instead of looking wistfully at the other boats in the harbor from onshore, we grabbed a mooring of our own and got to experience the beauty of the fort from the water for ourselves. It was a pretty great feeling to finally be on our way. Rich’s mom Lydia and her husband Don happened to be driving back from Fort Lauderdale where they’d just returned from a cruise through the Panama Canal so we were able to meet up for lunch at a place near the marina. It was awesome to see them and hear all about their trip. One of these days I’d like to sail our boat through the canal.
On Monday we hiked to West Marine. (By the way, am I the last person to know that there’s an actual town called West Marine in Florida?) Rich needed some epoxy, and flip-flops. That man is hard on flip-flops. He went through two pairs in the last few weeks, including the pair he blew out on the way to West Marine. Oh boy. Good thing they had a pair in his size. Here’s hoping they last a little longer than the last two pairs!
Back at the boat, we had a lovely steak dinner backlit by the twinkly lights on the waterfront and the Luci lights our sweet neighbors Mel and Michelle gave us as a going away gift back in Isle of Hope. Yesterday we wrapped up a few projects (Rich doing an epoxy repair on the dinghy and working on the floors again, me reorganizing some of our provisions so we could actually find them on this leg of the journey and making Lydia’s potato salad, yum!) and left at high tide.
All was going well until at about 11 o’clock last night when we noticed the floorboards seemed a little wonky. Rich opened them up and we could see right away we had water in the bilge. Not a ton of water, but enough that we’ve decided to make a stop in Lake Worth to see what the problem is. Fingers crossed it’s not anything serious.