Good Sunday Morning

It is a beautiful Sunday morning at anchor. I arrived last night, having cast off lines early Saturday morning. I went all the way down the coast about six miles offshore, sailing or powering. Sailing was going well until the wind came right on the nose. It is difficult to sail when the wind is coming from the direction that you need to go.

The last couple of hours of the journey were in the dark as I came into Saint Helena Sound. The Garmin GPS became my Higher Power for that time because I had no idea where I was going and has to rely upon the chart plotter. It surely was blind faith that no fuses would blow or that the instrument would not malfunction. By the time I anchored near midnight, I was exhausted but happy.

After a good breakfast this morning, I will head down the ICW for the little southern town that has so much charm. There will be bookstores, art galleries, and antebellum homes to visit as well as lots to photograph.

I don't know what you are doing today. Maybe you are in church, maybe having dinner with family, or just having a quiet day. I am surrounded by southern marshes and water. That is the best church in the world to me.