February 1, 2009
This morning we awoke at 5 am to the sounds of a whale(s) very close. We can hear whale songs though the hull most nights, but this sounded nothing like a song. More remineicent of barking, deep and low. Jodie popped her head out to see if they were as close as they sounded, and sure enough they were cruising right past us. Later that morning, we hear that the boat anchored next to us was stuck by the whale. Their spinnaker pole supporting their flopper stopper was bent when the whale got tangled in the lines. They headed into the marina to see if anything else was damaged underneath the waterline. Turns out that everything else was fine and they have quite a story to tell for the rest of their lives.
February 2, 2009 Today "Sweet Lorraine" pulled up anchor by us and drove out of the anchorage only to return a short time later and re-drop the anchor. It seems that even under full power he was only moving at 2 knots. He was in desperate need of a bottom cleaning. The normal guy who performs this service wasn't going to be the area till the end of the week (he was telling his buddy via the radio about what was going on and I overheard the conversation). So I broke in and volunteered to clean his bottom (no jokes here) and get him on his way. I dingy up to Sweet Loraine and meet Dave and his wife. They had planned to go out to Punta de Mita and do some surfing for a couple days. I dive in and find that his prop looks more like a basketball size ecosystem than a metal propeller. I clean the entire hull, prop and prop shaft. It takes around 45 minutes. Dave is quite pleased that he can still go surfing today and he takes off for Point Mita. Before he leaves, I ask him about his blue anchor light. Several boats in the anchorage have this long blue fluorescent light that they are using as anchor lights and we had noticed the Sweet Lorraine was using one. Dave said that are being sold at Wal-Mart in the auto section and they draw next to no amps when in use. They are pretty cool looking things and quite distinctive when seen across the anchorage. No way to miss it due to the lights on the shore, the bright blue light tube really sticks out. We head into town to get one and end up buying two, as they are inexpensive. We also get the last few items on our provision list before we plan on exploring the southern portion of the bay.
February 3, 2009 After the morning radio net, we get hailed by Rick on "Tahoma". Turns out Dave told him how well I cleaned his hull and he was wondering if I could clean his as well. Off I go. In an hour I'm back and it seems that I am now the unofficial hull cleaner for the La Cruz anchorage (trying to keep it quiet). I guess that this is one advantage of being 20 years younger than the majority of the cruisers out here. And using the tricks that Andy from "Athena" taught me, I just free dive the entire hull. I can stay down a reasonable time underwater, even while working.
Today was also Matero's birthday. Matero, who is now 4 years old, is Merle and Allison's youngest son from "Kenta Anae", whom we met in the Channel Island Harbor last summer. We head over for a beach birthday and potluck. There are several other families that join the party and we have a great time. Of course, no birthday party would be complete in Mexico without a pinata and no beach party without a fire pit, and we had both.
February 4, 2009 Today was a boat maintenance day. Which means I pressure wash the boat then go into the engine compartment and change the oils in the various engines. Jodie polishes the outside of Savannah and cleans the inside. We clean ourselves up afterwards and hang till dinnertime. Tonight we are going out tonight to "tacos on the street". The carne asada tacos at this taqueria are supposed to be the best in Banderas Bay. We meet up with Scott and Mary (and their two boys) from "Whisper" and Barry, another cruiser down from Canada. We all enjoy the food (it is pretty good) and discuss our plans for the future. Scott and Mary are planning on jumping to the South Pacific next month and Barry will be staying here in Banderas Bay for another year. This taqueria doesn't have a liquor license, but they allow you to bring in your own. This all goes well until we run out of beer. What to do? Well lets send the boys down the street to get some more. Did I mention the oldest is 11? Turns out that this is not a problem as the boys come back with some "family size" beers.
It takes about 3 hours to cross to the south side of the bay. We find the spot I scoped out on Google earth and aim for the center of the beach, keeping a close eye on our depth sounder. It shows the sea floor climbing rapidly to 150 feet, and then it begins a nice slow steady rise. When the depth meter reads 30 feet we drop the anchor. We are still a couple hundred feet from the beach and it looks like a pretty good spot. I dive the anchor just to make sure, and everything looks good, nothing but sand all around. I wonder why this spot isn't in any guide book or local literature because things don't get better than this on the south side of Banderas Bay. Plus it is less than a mile to Los Arcos.
We have lunch, drop the dingy down into the water and head over to Los Arcos. Los Arcos is comprised of several islands, most of them have formed dramatic arches (hence the name "The Arches"). There are several moorings that the local pangas bringing tourist attach themselves to and we also grab one as well. We then dive in to do some snorkeling. This is supposed to be the best dive area in the bay, and the marine life is abundant. Unfortunately the water is murky, bringing visibility down to 15-20 feet. Still the fishes are friendly and we have a fun time feeding them.
We head back to Savannah and after a quick rinse, pull up the anchor and head to Quimixto. Along the sail we hear a mighty splash and look over, expecting to see a whale or two. Instead of a whale, out comes a giant manta ray leaping out of the water! We had heard that they are also in the bay at this time of year and had been hoping to see one. An hour later, splash! We look out and here he is again jumping out two more times within 100 yards of us. Once more we would get to see him before dropping the hook at Quimixto. Whales might be bigger, but these giant mantas hold their own in the coolness factor.
February 6, 2009
Just kidding. But this really is what we saw when entering the clearing. We were like, "You have got to be kidding!" So we thought you might enjoy the same surprise. Then we noticed that the trail continued onward. Just around the next bend was the real waterfall.
Having spent the night at Quixmixto, we had arrived at the waterfall before any of the tourist boats and had the entire place to ourselves. The water was chilly but not too cold. The best part about it was that it was freshwater and not saltwater. Felt silky smooth and clean. After a time we headed back down the trail and returned to Savannah. Just as we climbed aboard, the first tour boat arrived with a full load. We were glad that had made it off the trail before they arrived. It would have been unpleasant to share it heading back down with horses kicking up the fine dust. Not to mention all the people looking down at us from their mounted positions, wondering who we were, why were we there and most importantly, what had happened to our horses? We depart and head back across the bay to our final stop, Punta De Mita. We had past Punta de Mita on the way into Banderas Bay, opting instead to complete the final 10 miles to La Cruz. Now we were heading there to do some surfing for the next day or two. The swell was forecasted to increase and we knew we would see a few of the other La Cruz cruisers over there as well. After seeing the giant manta ray in the southern side of the bay, we were disappointed not to see any sign of them as we crossed back to the northern side. We didn't even see a splash in the distance, so they must be laying low today. The north side is very shallow in contrast to the southern side. We had a fifty foot depth reading at a mile offshore and anchored in 24 feet. We were still a couple hundred yards off the beach and the bottom was rocky, our anchor failing to set the first attempt. We chose a different spot to the west for the second try and were able to get the hook to bite that time. The surf looked decent, but I had had enough fun for one day and just settled down for a quiet evening with Jo'.
February 7 - 9, 2009 Today we got to see a whale have so much fun, jumping and slamming back down into the bay water. This was fine for us, but for the boat behind us it had to be terrifying. The whale began doing his jumping routine a good distance away from us. But then got closer, and closer, and closer. Soon he was right next to the other boat and his jumping threatened to swamp their dingy that was behind them. Or he might just jump up and land right on top of it, he was that close. No harm was done and it was nothing but a close call as he began to slowly move away. I go out to do some surfing. The break area is pretty large and there is room for the dozen of us that are out there. The rocky bottom that we anchored in continues right up to the low tide line on the beach. I'm thinking that the sand may have been brought in to create the beach area. I'm not to keen on surfing over rocks because I am more adept at falling off a wave than riding down the face. But I do a few runs and since it has been 2 ½ months since I last surfed, I'm pretty tired. So I go back to Jodie and Savannah and call it a day. That night the wind doesn't calm down until about 2 a.m. We are mostly concerned due to the poor holding that we might drag. We stay put, but we don't get the best nights sleep. The next day we decide to lounge around the boat and maybe surf tomorrow or go explore ashore. While reading in the cockpit Jodie sees a boat beginning to drag. He is across the anchorage and being blown slowly out into the bay. He is also dragging down on another vessel located behind him. After trying to hail the vessel on the radio and getting no response, Jodie and I jump into the dingy. We pull along side the anchored vessel and rouse the owner. He is on board and just had his radio off. We point out that he has about 1 minute to pull out of the way of the dragging boat. He quickly thanks us and starts his motor to pull back and away. We then head over to the surfers to see if the dragging boats crew is over there. No one knows who's boat it is and there is no sign of the owners as we scan the beach. The sea floor is shallow for a long distance as I have said, so it is a slow drag out. 30 minutes later we see the owners come out and head over to where their boat used to be. We see them rubber necking trying to figure out where she went. They then head out at full speed to go and capture their wayward vessel, now about a mile out to sea. Another close call and disaster averted.
February 10, 2009 Today was a surfing day but then I decided that it was too crowded and didn't go. Then we were supposed to explore the town. But then we decided against it saying it was too touristy here. So we then decided to pull up anchor and head back to La Cruz. Which we did. I guess we just didn't want to spend another restless night with the strong winds and poor holding at Punta de Mita. As we were heading out, the boat that dragged hailed the fleet asking if anyone could dive their boat. Seems they caught a line off their boat when re-anchoring and it had wrapped around the prop shaft. I wasn't going to re-anchor just to make a few bucks. So he had to pay the professional guy ashore to come out. Back in La Cruz we set the hook back down into a decent location, close to the marina entrance. We will spend the next few days doing provisioning runs to prepare for the run down to Acapulco. There will be many stops between, but it will be nice to be fully stocked before heading into the unknown.
February 11-18 We've spent the week making runs back and forth to Puerto Vallarta. We did find a great deal on diesel oil. And we attended some Pacific Puddle jump meetings cover checking in to various countries and weather patterns. One night we were feeling rambunctious and went out dancing. Ok, we got roped into it, but we had a good time with Mick and Denise from Valhalla. They were also with us when we did the Jungle Tour in San Blas last month. Mick is returning to visit his daughter in the San Francisco bay area and has offered to bring us back the anchor we have been trying to buy since we have been here. We told him it is going to be close to a hundred pounds. He just laughed and said it will be funny to watch the airline clerks check it. This means we will have to stay another week longer than we had planned. Just as we were all ready to head south. We come to find out that the anchor we want has to be special ordered and the U.S. distributor is back ordered till the end of March. So once again we will not be able to get our anchor. Thanks anyway Mick, it's the thought that counts. So now we really are leaving Banderas Bay and all its wonderful sights and activities. It truly has been a great 5 weeks here and I recommend Puerto Vallarta as a vacation and cruising destination to anyone. It has plenty to offer both. We also have to say good bye to the many cruisers we have met here, as many of them are heading across the South Pacific this season. The next major destination for us is Acapulco, almost 600 miles to the south. There are many anchorages between there and here, however we feel a little pressed for time at this stage. We will try to press south quickly and comfortably, while also trying to not miss any sights along the way.
February 19, 2009 It's a 20 mile sail before we round the southern tip of Banderas Bay. We then have an additional 18 miles to get to the next small anchorage, Ipala. We leave at 7 am to make the 38 mile journey with a slight 5 knot breeze from the north. Not enough to sail by, but it will help to fill the main as we motor out of the bay. We soon see a whale in the bay followed by another giant manta ray later in the morning. As we exit the bay, the wind picks up and we shut down the motor. Soon the wind builds to 20 knots and we roll up the head sail and continue on with just the mainsail. The wind continues to build to 30 knots and we have a following sea at 8 feet, rolling under the boat as its makes its way southward. Savannah is running along at 7+ knots. We are within 5 miles of the anchorage at this point and we decide to drop the main altogether and continue on under bare poles. A quick turn into the wind and the main settles down into its cloth pocket on the boom and Jodie turns Savannah back downwind. Under bare poles we are still doing 4.5+ knots and the instruments are showing 33 knots of wind, combined with our boat speed that equals 38 knots of wind. This is our highest wind speed we have recorded while underway. Yesterday we downloaded the forecast and it was for a max of 15 knots of wind today. We round the point and enter the snug Ipala anchorage to find 5 other boats already at anchor. There is still plenty of room for us as we settle into the back of the pack. We were planning on staying here for 2 days, but it is really too small and the swell comes rolling around the point into the anchorage. Then it slams into the rock wall that lies 200 feet behind us. Very impressive. Also very loud and terrifying. It's fine for one night. The next anchorage is 50 miles further south; to far to reach today even at 7 knots.
February 21, 2009 The next morning, everyone in the anchorage leaves at daybreak. It seems that we were not alone in our assessment of the anchorage. We are second to last to go and follow the rest out. We motor through the morning, waiting for more northerly winds to fill in like the day before. Due to our slow boat speed, it seems that we are battling a current flowing against us at 1 to 2 knots. A light west breeze does begin to form and we take advantage of it, rolling out the headsail. This breeze stays with us until 1:00 or so. Then it clocks around to the south. Right on the nose. To make matters worse, it builds to 18 knots. So we are now in the middle of a 50 mile passage and going nowhere fast. We bear off the wind (and somewhat away from our destination) to try and gain some speed, but no matter what we do we can't seem to go faster than 4 knots. We even try using the engine to give us a push against the wind and current. We decide to drop the headsail to sail a straighter course to our waypoint, Chamela. At least we are going to travel the fewest miles to get there, albeit slowly. Our chart plotter indicates that we are going to arrive well after dark. The anchorage is over a mile wide and while we don't like to arrive after sunset, we are unable to do anything about it under current conditions. With 8 miles left to go, the wind shifts slightly to the west. We quickly roll out the headsail and bring up the boat speed to 6 plus knots. We end up arriving just after dusk and there is plenty of room in the wide open anchorage. We are able to easily pick out a spot among the others already anchored and drop the hook. Due to the darkness, I use our handheld radio to communicate with Jodie while anchoring. It's the first time we have tried that technique and it worked perfectly.
So with our new dingy wheels we make a landing on the beach and roll the dingy up the sand with no problems. Actually the sand was packed pretty well on this beach, so the old wheels would have been fine here. But the new wheels rolled very easily and will be a big improvement in the future. We walk down the beach and decide to eat at one of the beachside restaurant. I order a new found favorite of mine: Deep fried garlic fish. Jodie chooses fish simmered in red sauce. Our food comes and mine looks fine but Jodie gets fish soup. We try to converse with the waitress, but she speaks no English and our Spanish isn't great. We have her bring a menu and point to Jodie's selection and to the bowl of soup. Yes, she says. That is that. Ok, we say and Jodie looks warily at her meal. What she is staring at is a bowl of slightly reddish broth with a fish floating in it. A whole fish (skin and all) cut neatly in half, head and tail still attached, and one eyeball bulging out of its socket. Descriptive enough for ya? I switch dishes with Jodie because there is no way she is going to eat it. And I can eat almost anything. Besides, I will probably eat half of Jodie's meal anyway after she has her fill.
Feb 22, 2009 A quick ten mile trip to Careyitos, a resort anchorage. Actually there are three separate resorts nestled into three small coves. From what we have heard, they don't really care for us cruisers spoiling the ocean view with our ugly sailboats. And they frown on us landing our dingy on "their" beach (all beaches in Mexico are public domain by law). But they do however "allow" us to dine in their hotel restaurants and bars. They are quite civil when it comes to removing money from our wallets. We plan on overnighting it here and leaving in the morning to avoid any dingy landing issues and also leaving our money tucked securely in our wallet. Along the way we see a few sea turtles and we cruise southward with a whale that parallels our route. The sea turtles have been a consistent sight since leaving Banderas Bay. We have spotted nearly 30 in just a few days. There is a breeding center for the turtles in Banderas Bay. The young turtles are currently being released nightly on the beach. Many people come to witness the release and protect them from the seagulls as they make their way down the beach and into the sea. Unfortunately, we didn't get to witness any releases, but their work is quite evident by the many adults that we have seen heading south (the adult sea turtles are also making their way south). When we do arrive at the anchorage, we find it less than appealing. It is very cramped inside with breaking waves near the entrance to the coves. There is also a boat already in the largest cove, leaving little room for anyone else. It probably would be fine to enter, but the next anchorage is a short 18 miles further south. The wind has been cooperating with us and we decide to bypass Careyitos and continue on to Tenacatita. Tenacatita is a large bay with two bights along the northern shore forming an inner and outer anchorage.
We found this anchorage to be too small for Savannah.
We head offshore to gain some room off the coastline. It is here that we find the worlds largest salad bowl. After we cover 5 miles we turn directly south and head downwind. We make good time with the wind staying behind us and enter the bay at 5 pm. An hour later we enter the second, more protected, anchorage area to find 15 boats at anchor. What is funny is that all 15 boats are crammed into one small area by the west hillside. See, the guidebook has indicated that the most protected spot is closest to the beach on the west side. That spot being taken, it seems that all the remaining boats have tried to get as close as possible to the one "best spot." From what we have learned, after the "best spot" is gone, the remaining areas in any given anchorage are somewhat the same in respect to conditions. So if you are 2 spots or 10 spots away from the best location, it really doesn't matter. This is especially true in a large well protected bay, like the one we find ourselves in today. So, ignoring the pack, we head over to the other side of the bight, hundreds of yards away from everyone else. This will ensure us a nice peaceful spot away from any early morning dingy traffic. Or any dingy traffic at all really. We are really out and away. This leads us to another observation. If you ask, or in some cases even if you don't, cruisers will tell you why they are out here. To get away from it all. To detach themselves from society. Congestion and crowds, can't handle them. But here is the odd thing. Cruisers pack up. Jam themselves into anchorages. Form these close knit societies and radio nets. Travel in groups. They do the very thing they say they are trying to get away from. So it really is the human condition that brings us together. No getting away from it, we are a pack society. Strength in numbers. Diversify the gene pool. Whatever way you want to say it, people need people. We also need people, but we want our space too!
February 23, 2009
There is a small river estuary that drains into the bay and we decide to go explore it in the dingy. We have to raise the motor and pull the dingy along the shallow entrance to the river. The water quickly becomes deep enough to drop the motor back down and we head up stream. The river switches back and forth forming a lazy "˜S' route before the mangroves take over. Then the path narrows and the mangroves form a canopy overhead. It is a 2 and a half mile trip to town and we see a few white cranes and blue herons along the way. The most abundant native creature is the tree crab. They are everywhere and wary of us when we stop to get a better look.
When we reach the end of the mangroves, we find ourselves in the town that's located at the first anchorage in the bay! We thought we were heading inland but we had just done a large U, going from one anchorage to the other. It now gives us a chance to check out the anchorage that we passed up on our way in. The guide book states that this anchorage can be subject to surge, but today it is pretty calm. For anyone planning on a short stay here, the first anchorage would be a fine location.
We meet some retired Canadians traveling via RV at the dingy landing and they ask us if we enjoyed the jungle ride. They were thinking about doing it themselves and wanted to know if we thought it was worth the 400 pesos. We scoffed at the price. Definitely not worth 400 pesos. The price we said was fair for the boat and driver, but not the experience. We suggested that if they were going to San Blas to take the jungle trip there instead, it's the same price and a much better jungle ride. They were and said they would, thanking us for the advice. It then came out just how we were getting around Mexico and they were amazed that we were traveling by sailboat. They were so impressed they took a picture of us all together so they could show their friends back home.
February 24, 2009 Just a quick 11 mile trip south to Bahia Navidad today. We wait till 12:30 for the wind to fill in and it does at a light 8 knots. With the short distance we need to travel we decide to head out and make a day of it. We tack out of the bay and proceed carefully to avoid the uncharted reefs. The electronic charts we are using are becoming more and more just a picture to look at and less and less an accurate representation of where we are at and heading. We can spot two separate areas around the point we are trying to round that have reefs (not shown on the electronic chart). There is breaking waves appearing on the sea surface that are a sure indication of shallow reefs. We stay well off them in 250 feet of water and make our way around the point. When we do round the point we set out the spinnaker pole and bring the headsail to the windward side of Savannah. The main and mizzen are set on the downwind side and we tie up some gybe preventors to each for safety. This all takes about 20 minutes. Then, what had been a fresh breeze of 10-12 knots drops to 6-8 knots. At that wind speed, the headsail has a bit of difficulty staying full and she drops slack and fills back up, over and over. We only have 8 miles to go and we decide to tough it out at a boat speed of 2.5 "“ 3 knots. For the next two hours the wind doesn't improve and we get within a mile of the northerly point of Bahia Navidad. Close enough for us, (ie: Jodie!) and we start the engine and motor the rest of the way into the anchorage. Seven boats are here, four of them following the guide book and have two anchors out to hold themselves into the swell. And of course they are all crammed together in the northwest corner of the anchorage. They could easily toss a tennis ball to each other going down the line. But three others are in the middle swinging on one anchor and we settle in with them. The cross swell is minimal but we deploy the flopper stopper to ensure a restful nights sleep.
February 25, 2009
We weren't able to find any unlocked wifi points from the boat, but there was a strong signal from an RV park. When we walk past the RV park, I decide to be a bit mischievous and head over to the office. 30 seconds later I'm holding the password to the internet and we will try to log on from the boat this evening. All I had to do was ask for the password and she gave it to me. Maybe I might have alluded that I was a guest in the park. Hey, you want to read these posts or not? I did it for all of you. Just the type of guy I am"¦
Jodie wanting to take this shady palm with her.
February 26, 2009 Well I guess you can tell it worked. The signal is good enough from the anchorage to make a connection and upload this update. Hooray internet. Some curtains that I have been working on for about a year are getting closer to completion. We worked on them today. Shade is becoming more and more important as we head into the tropics. Any sun that enters the boat and increases the temperature inside is bad, very bad. It is going to get even hotter as we continue south, so every bit of shade helps. Of course, curtains still allow some sunlight to enter the interior, so I will need to make an exterior cover as well. So we worked on the curtains and passed some time watching a couple of movies. Then it got too hot to stay inside the boat, so we went outside into the cockpit to read. Sounds pretty boring I know, but it was nice to have a lazy day.
February 27, 2009 Today we went into town and did some reprovisioning. We really didn't need anything. But we plan on leaving for Manzanillo tomorrow and don't have any idea how convenient things will be when we get there. That is one of the more difficult things about cruising. As soon as you get the lay of the land, you leave. Then you arrive in a completely new city and have to figure it all out again. Part of the adventure.
The Plaza in Melaque, one of the nicest we have seen thus far.
One thing we've found interesting; U.S. products that are being sold in Mexico taste or are made differently. Take corn and potato chips for example. Doritos nacho chips taste nothing like they do in the states. Sour cream and onion chips don't exist at all, you get cream chips minus the sour and onion, instead. With barbeque chips, you never know what they are going to taste like. Very different. We never have been a huge fan of Cheetos, but while experimenting with the different flavors of chips, we have found the Mexico style of Cheetos to be fantastic. Cheesy with a bit of peppery zip. Way better than the plain cheese flavor found in the states. We have purchased more bags of Cheetos since we have been down here than we have in our entire life in the states. And yes, these are the same manufactures with identical bags as found in the states. We find that they are just flavored differently. Same thing goes for sodas. Coke and Pepsi have different formulas here than what is sold in the states. Coke actually tastes sweeter than Pepsi. After we got back from the various stores in town we decided to go snorkeling at a reef that I had found the other day. I had gone out to do some spear fishing, but the wind and swell was to rough outside the anchorage. Also, there were millions of tiny (1" and smaller) jellyfish in the water. So I headed back and tried a different location just inside the point. There wasn't any game fish around, but I did find this really cool reef; green coral with white tips. Also there was plenty of fish to look at, some that we had not seen before when diving. The water was pretty clear today and so I decided it would be a good day for Jodie to come check it out. We jet across the anchorage and have a nice swim looking at all the sea life.
Tomorrow the wind is forecasted for 15 knots from the north and we plan to make the 25 mile journey to Manzanillo. It is a large cluster of cities, formerly limited to only the wealthy elite. But the past 20 years it has opened up as family resort area. We never know quite what to expect before we get there, but we are heading to the more secluded part of the bay to anchor. We'll let you know what we find in next months update.
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Yesterday
we decided to go to a couple of marine swap meets that were being held
around the bay. The first one was at the marina closest to us and
we drove by to see only one guy there with a few items. Not even
worth stopping, so we continued on to the dingy dock and caught a bus
to Puerto Vallarta. Next stop was the Opequimar boatyard that was
having their "first ever" garage sale. We hoped that there would
be all sorts of items pulled off the shelves to be sold for reasonable
prices. Not so. One guy outside in front of a small
table. He did have some worthwhile items, just not anything we
might need. We decided since we were so close to downtown to have
lunch at a street vendor we had eaten at last time we were
downtown. We had to catch another bus to get further into town,
but the food is worth it. We primarily eat at street vendors when
dining out. It's cheap and the food is as good as any sit down
restaurant. Most of the vendors downtown have stools around the
perimeter with a small counter and locals and tourists sit elbow to
elbow enjoying their meal. From there we headed to three
different grocery stores to get our provisions. Loaded with
items, we returned to Savannah and called it a day.
