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Joy, Terror, and the ICW By John Herlig

The waters do not care if you are young or old, nice or mean, a salty vet, or a sailing rookie. Challenge stows itself aboard everyone’s boat and only confesses its presence when you least want the company.


hen I first made my way south on Ave Del Mar, my 1967 Rawson 30 cutter, I was as green as the meadow in May. Georgia became my terror zone as I crept along the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW)—untested and slightly beyond my comfort zone—fearful every moment of every day that the massive tidal range of the local waters would

leave me helpless and stuck. In my marina in Annapolis there had been perhaps a foot and a half between low tide and high, but as I ventured south that gap approached nine feet and more. That the water depth would change every six hours by a factor of one and a half times the amount of water my boat needed to stay afloat was intimidating.

##The author takes a break ashore in Charleston.

##Hard aground in Georgia. Photo by Ryan Plumbley

Transmission problems had delayed my Back Creek Annapolis departure, and my late start meant that it was not until I left Charleston that I first began to share the journey with a few other boats. Although none of us were buddy boating, it did brighten up the day hearing those voices on the radio both ahead of and behind me as boaters, now familiar, called to marinas and to other vessels along the way, seeking a fuel dock or maybe just asking for a slow pass. And to report groundings. Zach, on Alicia Lee, miles ahead of me, soon called out, “Watch it near Red 42. Gets real shallow,” followed SpinSheet.com April 2020 65