Zoli Clarke, 17 October

On October 11, at approximately 0900, a large schooner on a sailing adventure stopped in Georgia. You must be wondering why a schooner with 23 wild and crazy students and 11 adult staff would want to stop in Georgia. Well, off the coast of Georgia lies a special island blessed with magical powers. Cumberland Island is a National Seashore protected from the horrible wrath of human development. Accompanied by the wonderful and fabulous Dave Pilla (Proctor's Ocean Classroom director) the students filled their time with horse hunting, seashell finding, and jungle prowling. The live oak trees hidden by Spanish moss watched the students as they scampered across the forest floor, some barefoot and some wearing sandals. After six miles of exploring the interior landscape, they headed from the trail toward fine sand beaches and the students took the chance to swim and build sand castles. The sand squeaked beneath their feet as sand dollars and conch shells were located in the beach sand. Students did their best to cover themselves from the powerful sunrays as they spent six more miles returning by way of beach.

The cramped feet and red skin staggered to follow their shadows as the sun meltedtowards the horizon. Twenty-six schooner bums were relieved at the sight of the Harvey Gamage, still sitting pleasantly a couple hundred feet off the waters edge. The hole in the water surrounded by wood was their home for the time being. The raked masts rose elegantly from a husky hull and the neat furls slept atop the spars. With successful horse hunting, seashell finding and jungle prowling 34 excited and adventurous individuals would depart the next morning south, for a 1200 mile passage to Hispaniola.

—Zoli