Fog

Monday morning found us at anchor in the Wahoo River, Georgia. We awakened with 7 or eight other boats to a cool but clear morning. NOAA predicted a southerly wind and inland fog until 9am. We got off around 8, not first, but not last, and proceeded out the river to the sound. Seems like it must have been slack tide, because we made the first few marks with no problems. Rounding the seaward mark, and heading back in the tide must have changed, because there was the thickest fog this side of Kennebunkport! Susan plotted each upcoming marker, now about a quarter mile distant, and we slowly advanced. Moving on the assumption that the fog would be over at 9AM as predicted, we followed the Magenta line into rivers, creeks, and canals at a snail's pace. At each mark we would stumble upon other cruisers in a similar situation. Eventually we fell in with one brave soul who must have had major electronics, and obtained a tail. With the three of us on the radio the whole time, we became friendly and chatty. Even three days later, we are still talking about this when we meet. The fog lifted once and we three found we were six. Then it closed in again. Passing through another sound to a river, the wind started to blow the fog away, and we six became eight. At this point we were passed by a number of patient power vessels, and some not so patient. The banter on the radio was interesting. By the end of the day, we had lost too much time to make Jekyll Island, so we anchored next to Fort Frederica, the original settlement of Georgia's first colonists, which were Irish prisoners!