| April
24 Docked in St. Mary’s, Georgia |
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 The factories of Fernandina |
At long last, we
are again in port. We just had our first time ashore in nine days.
We ran with arms outstretched, we savored the sweet spring smell of
grass and trees. We laid in the grass in a circle with our heads in
the middle. We are all glad to be here. If this has given the impression that a passage at sea is unbearably hard, know that this is not the case. Nine days on a tumbling ship, far from land and its amenities does incur its share of hardships, however, the predictable watch routine takes the edge off. The greatest thing though is the satisfaction and pride with which I look back on those 1044.5 miles logged from Jacmel to here. |
We came into the harbor today on our watch. I was on bow watch as we came through the corridor of navigational buoys. I think I’ve seen more buoys today than in the entire first half of the trip. After taking on fuel in Fernandina Island,
Florida, just across the river from St. Mary’s, we came over
here and tied up. We’re at a private dock owned by some building
products company. It’s quite nice, and St. Mary’s is
a beautiful little village. The wealth here is apparent. That this
is obviously a far wealthier neighborhood than many in the states
makes the disparity between here and the Caribbean (Haiti in particular)
that much more apparent. |
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