We awoke to yet another sunny and hot day -- there was a light breeze out of the Southeast so as long as you stayed out of the sun, the air was quite pleasant.
Our original plan for today was to stop in Savannah to pick up Ed, my brother-in-law. His plan was to drive down from his home in Atlanta, leave his car in Savannah and spend a few days with us as we moved down the Georgia coast. We would drop him off somewhere before we got to Florida and he would have someone pick him up and take him back to his car in Savannah. Sadly, we had learned the previous day that he wouldn't be able to join us -- his pick-up arrangement hadn't worked out.
Neither of us was interested in stopping in Savannah -- we had spent a couple of days there a few years ago. After looking at the charts and the calendar, we decided instead to go to Hilton Head Island -- neither Sue nor I have been there before. Our plan was to get there by late morning, do "chores" this afternoon and spend tomorrow touring the Island, heading further south the following day.
We wanted to stay at a marina, partly for the convenience and partly to be able to use the A/C. We also wanted a marina with a pool -- we were both envisioning some down-time at a pool as a way to beat the heat. The only marina that met these criteria (and wasn't miles off of the Intercoastal) was a place called Windmill Harbor. It was a marina in a high-end residential community with a yacht club and restaurant -- sounded great. But it had a "twist" -- you had to go through a lock to get into/out of it -- that puts many people off but not us -- our Dismal Swamp lock experience made us "good to go".
Locking in was easy and we were soon on a nice dock on a wall in a quiet harbor filled with lovely boats -- no currents or anchors to deal with tonight -- time to do some chores and have some fun.
Of course chore number 1 was to get some exercise and do some grocery shopping (good things always come in pairs!). Unfortunately, the grocery store was a 3 mile walk from the marina (so much for "convenience") -- walking there would be no problem, but coming back was definitely going to be a cab ride. We expected the walk to be hot (and it was); what we didn't expect was the lack of sidewalks -- much of the trip was along a limited access highway with no shoulder and nowhere to walk except alongside the road in the grass -- hot, noisy, buggy (because we would stir them up as we stepped) and with the thrill of cars and trucks passing close by at 60 miles an hour -- not exactly what we bargained for.
We arrived at the Publix safely, did our shopping and returned by cab. The remainder of the day was spent lounging at the pool and reading, with dinner courtesy of Publix.
Our original plan for today was to stop in Savannah to pick up Ed, my brother-in-law. His plan was to drive down from his home in Atlanta, leave his car in Savannah and spend a few days with us as we moved down the Georgia coast. We would drop him off somewhere before we got to Florida and he would have someone pick him up and take him back to his car in Savannah. Sadly, we had learned the previous day that he wouldn't be able to join us -- his pick-up arrangement hadn't worked out.
Neither of us was interested in stopping in Savannah -- we had spent a couple of days there a few years ago. After looking at the charts and the calendar, we decided instead to go to Hilton Head Island -- neither Sue nor I have been there before. Our plan was to get there by late morning, do "chores" this afternoon and spend tomorrow touring the Island, heading further south the following day.
We wanted to stay at a marina, partly for the convenience and partly to be able to use the A/C. We also wanted a marina with a pool -- we were both envisioning some down-time at a pool as a way to beat the heat. The only marina that met these criteria (and wasn't miles off of the Intercoastal) was a place called Windmill Harbor. It was a marina in a high-end residential community with a yacht club and restaurant -- sounded great. But it had a "twist" -- you had to go through a lock to get into/out of it -- that puts many people off but not us -- our Dismal Swamp lock experience made us "good to go".
Locking in was easy and we were soon on a nice dock on a wall in a quiet harbor filled with lovely boats -- no currents or anchors to deal with tonight -- time to do some chores and have some fun.
Of course chore number 1 was to get some exercise and do some grocery shopping (good things always come in pairs!). Unfortunately, the grocery store was a 3 mile walk from the marina (so much for "convenience") -- walking there would be no problem, but coming back was definitely going to be a cab ride. We expected the walk to be hot (and it was); what we didn't expect was the lack of sidewalks -- much of the trip was along a limited access highway with no shoulder and nowhere to walk except alongside the road in the grass -- hot, noisy, buggy (because we would stir them up as we stepped) and with the thrill of cars and trucks passing close by at 60 miles an hour -- not exactly what we bargained for.
[Pictures to come -- stuck on bad computer]
We arrived at the Publix safely, did our shopping and returned by cab. The remainder of the day was spent lounging at the pool and reading, with dinner courtesy of Publix.
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| The Windmill Harbor Marina at night -- Yacht Club Clubhouse is large building on left |
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