St. Mary's, GA. A quiant, small town bordering a deep, marsh lined river. It was everything we hoped it would be. At first we were one of 5 boats present and by the end of our week stay, we were on the only ones. Talk about nice. No bugs to speak of, lots of dolphin including several young and one very small baby. Lots of friendly people in town, not many shops or restaurants to tempt the cash out of our pockets, and lots of back roads to walk. We decided to stay a few extra days when we saw the St. Marys River Fesrtival for Saturday. To quote Dickens "It was the best of times, it was the torst of times." It was the most non-festival festival I have ever been to. There was a rock climbing wall, a professional fishing tournament and a professional curcuit BBQ cookoff. Only 2 places were selling their BBQ and the drink stand ran out by 12:30. The festival began at noon.
The best part of the festival though were the Hogaholics. One of the 2 places selling samples. Their samples were good but one of the guys gave us a taste of the chicken they sent to the judges. If I were to type the exact adjectives/explitives we both used to describe it, my mother would call and bawl me out... so I will leave it as the single most amazing taste of chicken I have ever consumed. I am convinced I have tasted the pinnacle of poultry...
St. Mary's is a place we will visit again and again I am sure. There is also a used bookstore on Osbourne St. where they have a wall that is signed by all the cruisers who come through. So HP has been added to the wall of immortality. | 