St. Marys, Fernandina Beach, St. Augustine

We stayed in St. Marys for a week or so soaking in the quiet laid back pace of life of the locals.


Foggy morning at anchor. The birds were not bothered.


A typical street complete with moss covered oak trees and the sounds of silence.

From St. Marys we made the short hop to Fernadina Beach, where we spent another week. The next leg was to the historic city of St. Augustine. This was a day trip down the ICW. The only hitch was when we got to the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine, the tender could not get the bridge to lift up. But this was not New Orleans, so they had it working within 30 minutes.

St. Augustine recently installed a mooring field, which in effect eliminated most of the available anchorages. We rented a mooring for the week of Thanksgiving.

Randy and Carla did it again. They made the long drive from Texas to Florida to spend Thanksgiving with us. How great is that?


Lisa and Carla making the pier look good.


Friends with Friends.  When with Carla, act like Carla...


Not the oldest teacher in America--the oldest wood schoolhouse in America.  Please get that right.