In the spirit of superstition (don't leave on a Friday--especially the 13th), we chose to start out slow. Maramu is a diesel-electric hybrid and so it was a quiet, two hour, 7 mile sojourn down the Skidaway river. We sailed for about 1/2 of the trip and are now snugly tied at the isle of hope marina. Beautiful estates line the river drive and there was a latte awaiting us just 1 mile down the road.

The marshes and the shallow water are a bit disconcerting as we are used to seeing the edges of our sailing space...lined with hills and mountains. This river thing is challenging and the currents a bit mystical. Did I mention it is flat? The charts look a child's maze and I'm thankful for good channel marks. The sun is the only reference one has to which direction we are going. Thank you sun! And Ohhh....thank you that it isn't my boat!