River Trip Day 12, Fri. Dec. 12 Georgetown to Hontoon Island

The day dawned clear and blustery.

After surviving a rocky night at Georgetown Marina, we set off across Lake George in 20+ knot winds out of the northwest. The waves were about two feet and a little confused because the wind had been blowing out of the south for the past few days. Still, with the wind at our back, River Rat performed well, reaching her top ever speed of 7.6 knots as we surfed down the small waves. We tried raising sail, but with the pitching, Vicki was barely able to hang on to the mast and we ended up motoring across with the engine set at just above idle speed and the wind and waves pushing us across.

Approaching the Volusia Bar, we were glad we hadn't attempted to cross at night prior to the front. In the dark, with the wind blowing hard, this approach should only be attempted by those who know the local waters well.

After crossing the lake, the river winds through a very narrow, twisting section which ironically gave us the opportunity to sail. It was challenging, but helped us hone our skills at short-gybing.

This beautiful section of the river is wild and natural for the most part and we saw a small deer swimming across the river as well as otters and other wildlife.

As we passed through the SR 44 bridge at DeLand, we found ourselves running low on supplies (read nicotine delivery systems). With the marina stores closed, we were fortunate to find a kind couple sitting on a bench in front of the Shady Oak Marina. The woman ran to her car, grabbed a pack of smokes, and ran back to the dock as we lined up for a touch and go. As we skimmed past the dock, she tossed the smokes aboard. Unfortunately, the bimini had obscured my view of the small oak tree from which the marina derives its name. I discovered my navigational error only when small twigs and leaves began decorating the deck. Fortunately no damage was done and I was spared having to explain to my insurance agent how I managed to take out a tree while sailing.

The great thing about the experience was the simple kindness of the lady who shared with us, total strangers. It was the same up and down the river. People we didn't know embraced us and we made many new friends. I think it must be the river itself - and the feelings it breeds - that bring out such kindness. "If you go down to the river..."