North bound; down the river.

With an "urnk, urnk" here and a "urnk, urnk" there, we spent the night tied to the ground in Morrison's Creek. Also lots of moaning and groaning(easy, Chuckie) from the Ibis roosting trees next to the creek. One of the more interesting audio take aways from last night, was the peeper band.  Sounded a  lot like a drunken banjo group. Actually, at times, had a pretty good beat. The "urnk"s came when the Ibis's decided to aviate; even if it was just to change branches. With all that exotic noise going on, I half expected Tarzan to come blasting by.

Given the weather forecast, Scooter's crew decide to do an early up and at'em to avoid the winds that were going to hit the lake. Decision was wise, as the winds jumped in a bit early. Scooter does not like, or tolerate, lots of wind or wave action on the stern (backside, Chuckie). Compared to Chesapeake Bay seas, thus was mild, but certainly annoying. The angle was such that there was a good bit of induced roll involved as well; uncomfortable at best.

Anyway,  across Lake George, quick stop for fuel and ice at Renegades on the River, one of two marinas on the St Johns with available diesel fuel. Between Bubba and the wind it was a memorable experience! Moving downriver again, thru the Buffalo Bluff bascule RR bridge, into Dunns Creek. The intent was to find a protected anchorage in the untamed wilds of Florida; get shelter from the T-storms bearing down on us, observe some wildlife, and hope for some cool air. So ,around the bend we go, and whoa, looky here! Buses, airstream camper, and for your lifting pleasure, a small crane. "Noble Phoenix" is the name. I tried looking it up and got a variety of answers; some interesting, some believable. Lots of strange stuff like this in the Florida waters we been thru. This ship is occupied, as were some of the other boats we've seen derelicting their way to oblivion. Interesting phenomenon. Costly for the state and local governments, but it seems hard to stop.

Tomorrow, we'll keep heading North. Weather is to turn wet, and, blessedly, cooler. Jacksonville, turn right twice and head for St Augustine. we'll keep you posted. Stay happy. Catch you on the flip side.