The Fort at Saint Augustine
Saint Augustine is such a quaint old town.
The Atlantic Ocean at the Inlet
The scenery reminds us of the Florida panhandle and we guess it's because we are at equal latitudes.
Carter, Radar and I paddled over to the spoils island we anchored by this evening.
Taking Radar for his daily shore leave is a big part of our day.
I didn't expect to see such a beautiful cactus on this little spoils island!
Picture postcard scenery!
A truly beautiful anchorage.
The Archimedes, The Spirit of Ellen Peterson and Radar.
"Ok, I'm ready to go back to the Arc now."
We continued on toward the FL/GA state line and arrived in Fernandina Beach just after sunset. We dropped anchor next to an interesting character. It looked like the guy was trying to frame up an apartment on top of his boat with wood he found in a dumpster. But I guess it's working for him.
I love the dog waiting faithfully for his master to return. He and Radar had a few chats.
Another quaint harbor town.
A shrimp boat at low tide. Don't know what this guy's story is but many sailors do this intentionally so they can scrape the bottom of the boat. High tide rolls back in and the boat is floating again. Carter saw a great place to beach the Arc and do the very same and we are discussing coming back here after the holidays to spruce up the freeboard paint a little before leaving the area..
This is definitely an industrial part of town.
This was some stinky, foul air for sure.
A fort on the Florida side of the state line.
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Around this buoy and it's done. The state line of Florida and Georgia.
We toasted this achievement with hot coffee because is it was too early and way too cold for wine. The weather was forecast to turn bad with a couple days of rain in site. We turned around and headed back to find a nice hidey hole to hunker down in and wait it out. We got about 8 miles or so south ducked into a little bayou right at sunset running on the battery at that point.
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