Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Solo paddle to the north end of Wassaw Island

Playing tag with this sailboat
I push away from the muddy beach around 1:45 PM.  Leaving the marina at Priest’s Landing at the same time is a large sailboat.  He motors out ahead of me maybe 200 feet, cuts the engine and raises his sails.  The tide is running out but against it an off-shore wind provides some resistance to my paddling and forces the sailboat to tack.  I keep paddling straight.  His first tack is right in front of me and by the second tack, he is behind me.  I paddle the two and a quarter miles through the Wilmington River and into the Wassaw Sound well before the sailboat.


Paddling toward Cape Charlotte
Entering the sound, I am in big water (the sound is two plus miles wide).  I set course for my destination, Wassaw Island, passing the wide mouth of Rommey Marsh Creek and some ominous sounding high ground known as “Dead Man’s Hammock.”  A large bird flies across the sound.  It’s not till the bird is almost above me that I notice it’s a bald eagle.  I wish my camera is ready, but it flies over and is quickly in the sun.  The sky is cloud free, but the unhindered sun isn’t able to warm the air much above 70° F.   The wind picks up in the sound and the water becomes a little rough with the tide running against it.  I keep paddling, passing several hundred yards from the mouths of Blue Bank Creek and Crooked Creek.  

Mill Creek
My target, the north end of Wassaw and its heavy vegetation becomes more distinct.  I pull up on an exposed sandbar near Mill Creek (was there ever a mill here?).  It feels good to stretch my legs.   I’ve paddled over five miles into the wind.  It’s 3:30 PM, in fifteen or twenty minutes, the tide will turn.  I pull my boat way up toward the dunes and begin to explore the area, walking a ways up into the creek and then over the dunes and back to the shore.


Horseshoe Crab (RIP)

Fort Morgan

As I walk toward the point, I come upon the ruins of Fort Morgan.  A battery of guns were placed here during the Spanish American War to secure Savannah from an attack up the Wilmington River, a back channel into the Savannah River.  After a year, the guns were removed and the only thing that remains are concrete ruins that are being slowly reclaimed by the tides.  The concrete mix included a lot of oyster shells, showing the ingenuity of those building the fort who used what they had on hand.  


Wassaw Island, looking toward the point

The north end of the island is slowly being eaten away and it appears that at high tide, the water would be up against the woods.  Around the point, named Cape Charlotte on the charts, the remains of trees stick out of the sand, evidence of the southward erosion.  These islands are always in flux and as the north end erodes, sand is being added to the south end creating wide sandy beaches.  





Pines on the Island
I've been told these pines are related to those on the Bahamas

Selfie taken on the island
After exploring the north end of the island, I head back to my boat.  The tide is now rising and although I know I have pulled my boat way up on the beach, knowing that the days’ tides will be running around 8 feet, I don’t know how fast it might rise.  Of course, when I get back to the boat, the water is still way below the boat so I sit on a cushion and make some notes in my journal, while watching some boats run through the inlet.  There are now two boats anchored 25 or so yards offshore from where I am at. One appears to be a group of teenagers, although they maybe older, who are drinking.  In the other, two African-American men, who look to be father and son, are fishing. I see them pull in one fish, but I can’t tell what kind of fish it is.

At four-thirty, the water is rising closer to my boat.  The wind has died and the gnats are out.   I pack up and begin the paddle back to Skidaway.   Shortly afterwards, I see what I think is an osprey dive for a fish.  The bird misses its target and as I takes back to flight and is over head, it does a funny dance, flicking up its tail feathers as it flutters its wing, obviously an effort to dry itself off.  The big bird sails high and, once it’s over Mill Creek, makes another dive.  This time, when it takes off, there is a fish in its talons.  Dinner will be served in his nest this evening.

I had hoped that I would have had the wind to help push me, but my luck has run out.  I still have the incoming tide, but when I reach the wide mouth of Rommey Marsh Creek, I find the tide now works against me for the water is pushing into the creek and I have to paddle harder for the next half mile or so.  Once I’m back in the main channel of the Wilmington River, I can see the marina at Priest Landing in the distance.  The sun is bright, but quickly dropping in the western sky.  When I pull up on the beach at Priest Landing, named for a former Benedictine Monastery on the Island, sunset is only a few minutes away.  It has been a nice afternoon.  
In open waters, paddling home








18 comments:

  1. sounds like a good float...and a cool island to explore...the ruins of the fort would have been cool to explore...and has to be peaceful out there on the big water....

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  2. I think you have found the perfect area for you to live!

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  3. Lana and I try to stop at every national wildlife refuge we can, although so far we haven't paddled to any. :)

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    1. There are many such NWR in Georgia that you can remedy your situation and paddle to one or more of them

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  4. Did you sink the sail boat ? :-).

    It great you are in a place I can see, and follow you on the google/bing maps. I have to admire you for taking a something so small onto an inlet of the Atlantic on your own. You know my fathers people are buried on Omey and have been connected with boats for quite some time. So much so that an aunts husband was drowned along with two friends a few years ago while out dealing with lobster pots.
    I'm also quite fascinated that a Benedictine house existed in that area. Is is somehow connected to the Spanish era.

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  5. Vince, From what I have read, the Benedictine presence came after the Civil War and their mission was the education of former slaves. The island had several plantations on it, mostly for rice, and after the war there was a group of former slaves living on the island.

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    1. CofE, Episcopalian Benedictines or CC ones ?. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Order_of_St_Benedict_(Anglican)

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    2. These were Roman Catholics. Savannah has a strong history of diversity with Catholics, Jewish and Greek populations. BTW, my daughter is attending a "Sisters of Mercy" high school here and she (along with about 1/2 of the study body) isn't Catholic. In addition to Protestants, they have Buddhists, Jewish and Hindu.

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    3. Take a photo of her, for if they're anything like the lot here she'll be so busy between clubs, sports and academics, all you'll see of her is a shimmer of plaid and green while she dashes about.

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  6. I bet this makes for good thinking and introspection time...

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  7. Great journey you have described here. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  8. It sounds like a wonderful outing, J. Those sunsets happen so quickly at this time of year. Thankfully, you didn't cut it any closer than that.

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  9. A journey that can only be described as a genuine adventure, with some risk as well. An excellent read and an always fascinating journey to unique places!

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  10. Sounds like a very interesting expeditition! Did you see any live horeseshoe crabs? They're such amazing creatures!

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  11. Sounds like an enjoyable trip. I would've loved to have seen the eagle and the osprey.

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  12. Great photos + great narrative = Fantastic Blog Post!
    I also love getting out by myself. It's not always the safest way to explore, but I enjoy it anyway.

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  13. Great photos + great narrative = Fantastic Blog Post!
    I also love getting out by myself. It's not always the safest way to explore, but I enjoy it anyway.

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