Thunderbolt to Charleston

Early the next morning (I always leave early because it drives Lois nuts – she’s a morning person) we left Thunderbolt and headed up the ICW to the Savannah river, thence to sea and the usual thumping from the the NE’ly wind. Another boat left Thunderbolt 30 min before us and went all the way to Charleston on the ICW and were there at 1630. We arrived at 2230.

Stuff this, I’m going ICW.

Lunch at Savannah

At some point in our trek round Savannah the geo-spatial grid collapsed leaving my wife dis-orientated.

Instantly my sense of direction developed over 37 years of sea-faring took control and we soon arrived here:

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This is their list of beers on tap:

One member of the Kapowai crew sampled theĀ WILD WACKY WIT:

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The other, with supreme dedication, heedless of any consequences, with great fortitude and in the finest traditions of merchant navy tried the rest.

I pronounce them delicious.

Savannah

The marina at Thunderbolt was an easy 15 minute taxi ride to Savannah. Savannah survived the civil war relatively intact so many of the buildings remained. It was built on a grid system based on 22 squares.

Thanks to my wife’s sense of direction and connection to the local geo-spatial grid we visited 43 of them.

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