April 16, 2012.
After 2 days of eating wonderful bargain priced pizza and swilling 2 for 1 beers it was time to leave Saint Augustine.
Rather than sit and hope for a better tomorrow we headed up the ICW to Jacksonville. Conditions there were still dangerous so we found a quite anchorage to drop the hook in. We ended up right in front of an old plantation on the Fort George River. The plantation is now a part of the park system so after dark we had the place to ourselves. Except for the ghosts.
We were just going to bed and Christy glanced out the port and exclaimed “look at those windows!” Up on the second floor of the deserted building the lights were flickering on and off. Full bright fading to black and then back on. Then fading almost out before coming back halfway, then out or full on. Whatever. It was totally random and quite otherworldly and considering the locale a little freaky. Alright, very freaky. But we were tired so we donned garlic necklaces and went to bed.
At 0630 we were out of there and riding the current down and out of Jacksonville. The last 200 meters of the inlet was quite lively and once we turned north the sailing was exactly what we both signed up for. For four hours.
The 3 foot rollers coming under the beam went unnoticed while we had 15 to 18 knots in the sails. But after 4 hours the wind started to fade, dramatically. I spent 5 hours trying different sail sizes and combinations to no avail. Finally with the wind down to 4 knots and us with a boat speed of 1.8 knots we started the engine at 1600 hours. The 3 foot swell never went away so any sail just tried to flog itself to death. Even the Boat Pole of Speed© was no help.
At noon on Monday we rode the tide into Charleston. Since it was so early and we're trying to make tracks north (brown nosing for work) we turned up the ICW and kept going. We got a terrific push from the tide and we put another 50 miles behind us on the ICW and we finally dropped the hook just before sunset and killed the engine after 27 hours.