N 30 45.8 W 81 28.4 WhooHoo! We are out of Florida into Georgia. We anchored off the ranger station at Cumberland Island. It's a national park that is mostly famous for it's wild horses. They swam ashore when a spanish ship wrecked and now roam the island. The terrain is very beautiful with live oaks, spanish moss, grassy fields and marshlands teeming with all kinds of wildlife. The anchorage is not very busy and the evenings are calm and delightful with just enough breeze to keep the bugs away. While we were enjoying a cocktail on the poop deck, a dinghy filled with a family came by and chatted a bit. The crew of Blue Wilderness - Mark and Nancy, and their childer Summer, Solomon, and Sam - have been crusing for the last couple of years. Last hurricane season they spent in Granada and know Magus from that experience. They are the nicest folks and the kids are great - we really enjoyed meeting them. What are the odds of meeting a fellow Arkansawyer (colloquial), Arkansan (common), or Arkansian (proper) out cruising on the the Atlantic coast? The next day we went ashore and biked around the island. The Carnegies bought the island back in the twenties and used it as the summer family vacation spot. During its heyday there were 30 families living there with the full complement of house staff and farm hands. We saw a home video of the cows getting dunked, thoroughbreds cavorting, and many many Carnegies doing vacation things in suits and ties. We ran into the wild horses as they grazed on the grounds of the ruined mansion. Cumberland Island is a very special place.