Desolation, Death, and Sacrifice

We managed to put 72 miles of the intracoastal waterway behind us yesterday. After leaving our anchorage at Jekyll Island, we saw just one single house along the way. Otherwise, there was nothing for miles in any direction - just desolate salt marshes for as far as we could see. Most, if not all of the wetlands seemed to fall under the protection of the State of Georgia and many of the islands were only accessible by boat. Good for Georgia for limiting development in these sensitive areas.

The death of countless horseflies continued at a feverish pace yesterday. Between us, we killed over a hundred of these miserable pests. Every time we thought we had rid ourselves of them all, another wave appeared - only to face almost certain death. A few of the more crafty critters escaped through open windows and doors. (open doors and windows because it’s hot)

Let’s all take a moment, bow our heads, and reflect for a moment about Matt’s hat which was sacrificed in the service of ridding ourselves of the flies. It was a good hat and had a long productive life keeping the sun off Matt’s face. Alas, whacking of flies proved the hat’s undoing when the adjustment clip in the back broke after a particularly vicious thrash. I was worried that Matt was having a seizure and considered shoving a wallet in his mouth to keep him from hurting himself.

Schuyler anchored at Jekyll Island (taken by a boat directly ahead of us)

Docked at the Kilkenny marina in Richmond Hill, GA. That’s Schuyler at the very end. This marina was described as “rustic”.

Matt at the Richmond Hill Marina

Clouds reflecting off the dead calm water.