Thanksgiving Day at Cumberland Island Sea Camp.

In the morning, we awoke in the Brickhill River to an exceptionally high tide.  In addition to the new moon, the northeasl wind piled the water up.  Just before good daylight, I looked out, and was startled to see what I thought was a shoal.  Closer examination revealed it was just the tips of the grass, that I had seen before over ten feet out of the water!

We cruised down the Brickhill, past Plum Orchard, looking for the Rachel or the Osprey, past King's Bay, and down into Cumberland Island Sea Camp anchorage.  We talked to the crew of the Osprey, and made arrangements to join them for a Thanksgiving potluck dinner ashore at three o'clock.

Come to find out, all of the boats had been at Oak Harbor, outside Annapolis, earlier this year, and had made arrangements to meet for Thanksgiving at Cumberland.  Talk about a small world!  If you remember, I was at Oak Harbor Marina on Dick Ring's sailboat, the Ringle, when this journey was beginning.  How cool is that... that all these folks from an itty bitty marina would meet for the holidays all these miles away!

What a glorious feast of Thanksgiving we had.

On Friday morning, Allen and I went ashore, and walked to the beach.  Then we returned, and Allen biked with some of the Oak Harbor gang, while I stayed closer home, and visited with Shad, an NPS LE Ranger there.  I went out to the boat and secured the dinghy, and things for the trip, and went into the dock long enough to just touch, and allow Allen back aboard.

                                                       Fort Cinch off Fernandina Beach
Allen had several shark's teeth he'd found on his trek across the island.  He gave one to me! 

We pulled into the Jacksonville Beach Marina just at closing, and Fred and Mike (Allen's grandpa and dad) came and stayed the night.

It was sad seeing Allen leave, though I'm sure he loved watching Alabama playing Auburn at his grandparents' television on Saturday.