Half way between Jacksonville and Savannah, we are anchored out well past Amelia and Jekyll Islands at Doboy. Surrounded by green, orange and purple marsh land, there is nary a boat to be seen. Anchored out, Steve blows our Bahama Conch as the sun prepares to drop for the evening. Peaceful doesn't even begin to describe this magical stretch.
We are well on our way up the coast and headed north for home.
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