We are in southern Georgia, a state the established by England as a
penal colony back in the day. 'Penal colony' means it was a place to
send prisoners. Instead of locking some prisoners up in a jail they
put them on a boat in England and told them to go live in Georgia.
From what I can see this was one cruel punishment. The places we have
been sailing through are endless swamps. Mile after mile of swamps
with no houses, no roads, barely any solid ground to stand on. Just
acres and acres of water and swamp grass.
The winds have been really blowing lately. They blew so hard they made
big waves when we were in a really wide river. The waves got big,
splashed against the boat, kerSPLASH, and made spray go up in the air.
It came down all over me. I had a travel cup of coffee beside me and
when I picked it up to keep drinking it, the top was covered in salt
water! Yuck!
Here's a picture of a pelican up close. They are really clumsy birds.
They land by doing a faceplant in the water. When they are fishing
they land with their mouth open and try to snag a fish. They're quiet,
though. They never make a cry. At least we haven't heard any. So I
guess they ain't stool pigeons, huh? Ha!
Ok, kiddos, be good, have a good time off from school and don't forget
to come back after it's over. Your old teacher would surely miss you!
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