Day 110, November 19th, 2009
Another early start at 7:00 a.m. we left Bay Point Marina and the three boats travelling together went across the bay and back into another "ditch" - another cypress swamp. We were able to motor sail part of the time which always pleases me. I watched carefully for alligators but didn't see one. People say they look so much like logs but I'm sure I didn't see one.
We were hoping to get to "Saul Creek" just before Apalachicola but there was quite a current against us and there was no way we could make it before dark. In one of the books Sue read about a "rustic dock" at a the bridge at White City, so we headed for that. There was nowhere else to stop as the ditch was narrow and still gets the occasional barge. When we arrived at the beach the dock was on the far side and wasn't immediately easy to see. We were looking for the rustic dock too which misled us. On the port side there was a ramshackled old dock, clearly marked "private dock", on the starboard side there was a park with a concrete wall where some people were fishing. I wondered whether that was it but it certainly didn't match the description. We moved on slowly and then on the far side of the bridge was this gorgeous looking dock where this one fella was fishing. I called out to him and asked him where people usually tie up and he indicated the gorgeous dock "People tie up along here all the time!" So we got organized quickly and pulled up along this lovely spot. Big long dock, loads of room for all three of us. Right beside it was a covered picnic area and deck, washrooms and even a beach volleyball court and playground. Apparently the little town of White City had upgraded it all just two years ago. John and Paul got talking to an old gentleman there who lived his whole life on the same property - he reckoned he'd seen three bridges at that same point and three snowfalls in his whole life. His son said he'd never been further than Apalachicola!!! We had sundowners at a picnic bench and spent a very comforable night there.
Another early start at 7:00 a.m. we left Bay Point Marina and the three boats travelling together went across the bay and back into another "ditch" - another cypress swamp. We were able to motor sail part of the time which always pleases me. I watched carefully for alligators but didn't see one. People say they look so much like logs but I'm sure I didn't see one.
We were hoping to get to "Saul Creek" just before Apalachicola but there was quite a current against us and there was no way we could make it before dark. In one of the books Sue read about a "rustic dock" at a the bridge at White City, so we headed for that. There was nowhere else to stop as the ditch was narrow and still gets the occasional barge. When we arrived at the beach the dock was on the far side and wasn't immediately easy to see. We were looking for the rustic dock too which misled us. On the port side there was a ramshackled old dock, clearly marked "private dock", on the starboard side there was a park with a concrete wall where some people were fishing. I wondered whether that was it but it certainly didn't match the description. We moved on slowly and then on the far side of the bridge was this gorgeous looking dock where this one fella was fishing. I called out to him and asked him where people usually tie up and he indicated the gorgeous dock "People tie up along here all the time!" So we got organized quickly and pulled up along this lovely spot. Big long dock, loads of room for all three of us. Right beside it was a covered picnic area and deck, washrooms and even a beach volleyball court and playground. Apparently the little town of White City had upgraded it all just two years ago. John and Paul got talking to an old gentleman there who lived his whole life on the same property - he reckoned he'd seen three bridges at that same point and three snowfalls in his whole life. His son said he'd never been further than Apalachicola!!! We had sundowners at a picnic bench and spent a very comforable night there.
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