I was a nervous wreck, I climb aboard from the raft and situated the gas tank so it wouldn't spill, and cut off the light, then rowed to shore, paced the pier for a few minutes looking down at her. My fingers and nose were frozen, so I went home.
I returned about 5:30 am, and George arrived about 15 minutes later.
It was a dark, cold, and windy night.. Jenny Rose was laying on her side, with her bow over the shoreline, water danced around her. The long wide pier cast her hull in its shadow from what little light shone from shore.
I wanted to go into the darkness and take a closer look, float in on the raft beside her...
No, I didn't get a good look at the hull why she was down.. There was still a foot of water surround most of her, it was icy cold with a hard wind, it was dark, and at the time it seemed pointless to row out to inspect in such nasty weather. Now I wish I had, it's not often you get such opportunity.
|The Tybee Back River Fishing Pier|
The best thing that came out of the whole ordeal is that now I've seen how she lays down and rises back up; I now feel comfortable to intentionally beach her for a hull cleaning (if I go that route) once it gets warmer.