Couldn’t talk Captain into trying to find the wild horses on Cumberlin Island north of our Fernandina Beach mooring.  Instead, we were off to chase horses of a different variety.  We both agreed Captain is a “sailor” not a “sight-seer.”  So we left my new favorite, Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island.  Sorry Saint Augustine, love your history, but your climate is more like bustling Branson, MO. 

It was a little rough exiting through the St. Mary’s, FL channel, with ebbing tide and an eight knot easterly.  Winds and skies were fair and we sailed into Doboy Sound, Georgia at 3:00p.m. anchoring all alone along the Back River and two rundown cabins.  Nice feeling, isolated, but not lonely.  Fritz explored the cabin property on his trip to the shore, and we retired soon after when the green flies came calling.