After a leasurely breakfast of freshly made cinnamon pecan french toast we headed out on yet another sunny warm day. The wind has finally dropped to 10 or less.
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| The cook was in a bother because she could not find her vanilla. |
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Going south on Cumberland sound take the Kings Bay submarine base.
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| Degaussing Range | | |
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As we cruised Southeast across the St. Mary's entrance we encountered an incoming nuclear sub and its escorts. The coastguard makes quite a fuss clearing all boats from their path to the extent of making the boats in the area turn stern to.
After the procession passed we made our way into Fernandina Beach for a pumpout, fuel and ice. The dockmaster was very accommodating and said we could stay on the fuel dock for a couple of hours while we went for lunch ashore.
We had a nice lunch at the marina restaurant and a short walk up the main street before departing for St. Mary's for the night. We had to push it a bit to get up the St. Mary's river against the out going tide before the marina office was to close for the night. We made it just in time so Nat Wilson, the dockmaster, could go home to celebrate his 80th birthday.
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| Inside slip just astern of C-Dory 25 from Washington, NC. |
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| Happy 80th Nat. |
At the suggestion of Peg and Jim (C-Dory) we went in search of happy hour in town. We ended up finding Cindy Deen, "the Queen of Mean", hold forth as the bartender at Seagle's Saloon. Cindy buys a new Corvette every year or so financed by the proceeds of her efforts to verbally abuse her customers to the best of her ability. We had a great time " doin the dozens".
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| Cindy's ride |