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The other side of Fernandina

Felix is now anchored in the lee of Cumberland Island on the very southern end of Georgia. For those who haven't been clicking on the links like the one in the first sentence, they will show a map of exactly where we are anchored in every blog page as we make our way up to the Chesapeake.
It would have been easy to only see the ugly industrial side of Fernandina, like the pulp plant pictured above that belches noxious fumes out over the anchorage, but fortunately we had our friends Herb and Laura to show us the much nicer, greener, friendlier side of Amelia Island. We had a great time, and it's been our best stop since we headed north from Palm Beach. Even the Chief got to go ashore with us for lunch and beers at the Green Turtle, which is one of those relaxed type of bars where they see you walk up with your dog and no one says anything, but they go get him a water bowl to sip from while he hangs out at our feet. After the ladies made a quick grocery store run, we all went back to Felix to enjoy more of the beautiful afternoon. It doesn't take a Nostradamus to forecast that we'll be seeing Herb and Laura swinging at anchor in some distant harbor on their own boat in the near future.

With our 2 days on the mooring over, we left in the late morning for the short 7 mile trip across the Cumberland Sound and over to Cumberland Island. Still trying to sort out our immediate plans, we're thinking of just travelling on the rising tides until we get to South Carolina, so lots of short days versus white knuckling it through shallows on a falling tide. We'll see.....


A special treat today, as we were leaving Fernandina,
a ballistic missile-carrying Boomer sub was coming in the inlet and heading up the St. Mary river. We had to make a u-turn when we came around a corner and saw it marching up the channel with it's escort of Coast Guard gun boats. Like the proverbial iceberg, this thing is 9/10 under water, and nothing we want to get close to. I've been close enough before. Maybe one of my old sub buddies can chime in to the comment section with a good description. Surely some salty diggit can probably tell us the make, hull number, year it was built, etc. Chief Demma, 2JV.......









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  1. Hey! we made the front page! Thats a good plan, no use to push it. Make the most of it and enjoy, thats what its about. Least I hope so.

    Enjoy.............
    Where did Star get those rabbits?

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  2. Hi, Star 'hunted' the bunny down in Publix! She found it hiding in a corner of exotic frozen foods. We're going ashore today to explore Cumberland Island. Have a good trip!

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  3. Dear EMCM Lowe, I can't see the hull markings from way over here in the desert. But I would note that you have been much closer to any sub than I in the last few years. V/R/
    Chief Demma

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