Thunderbolt, Savannah

Anchor is up at 8:15 and we are on our way in another dreary overcast day. We want to get to Thunderbolt by noontime to spend the afternoon in Savannah. By mid morning the sun comes out and the day starts looking good. 

As we motor through Fields Cut there is one buoy that forces boats close to shore. We have a hard time seeing it, since a Coast Guard boat is there servicing it. From there we cross the Savannah River, check to see there are no ocean going ships going up the channel, before we come out of Fields Cut onto the River. 

We arrive at Thunderbolt by 11:30, fuel up and pump out and get ready to head into town. Call an Uber to take us directly to “Miss Wilkes Dining Room” for lunch. Linda was here years ago and it sounded like fun. You eat at a large table with a bunch of other folks boarding house style. You usually wait in line for an hour or more so by the time you sit down to dinner you have been talking with your fellow diners. It was a lot of fun, half locals and half out of towners like us. They just keep bringing bowls of different things, their specialty is fried chicken. We all just keep passing the bowls to each other and enjoying the food, laughter and conversation. 
 

Miss Wilkes Dining Room, line

Some of our fellow dinners

A Savannah Square

Our local table mates recommend Leopold's another local landmark for Ice Cream. Even though we have banana bread pudding here for desert, we are still up for Ice cream and a walk. After we walk through some of the many “Squares” in Savannah we arrive at Leopold's and get into another line to wait our turn. Linda and I both get a child’s scoop of Sorbet. 

 

We take another long walk to Krogers to do some food shopping and then take another Uber back to our boat. By now it is near six o'clock and dark. When we get back to the dock Jack and Ann’s boat is right in front of ours. We stop by for a chat, before they head off for dinner with an old friend of Jacks. 

We can not leave too early in the morning because 20 miles further south is Hell Gate a notoriously shallow connection between two rivers that we can not pass at dead low tide any more. We managed to do it at low tide 5 years ago, but it has gotten shallower since then. We have to wait a couple hours for the tide to rise an hour or two up from low tide before we can try passing through. We decide to have a late breakfast together on Jack and Ann’s boat tomorrow.