We awoke to another NE breeze and coolish temperatures -- it was going to be another fine day for our journey.
Our route for today brings us through a number of rivers connected by cuts as we work our way through the salt marshes on the coast of South Carolina. We'll ride the Stone, Edisto and Ashepoo rivers, eventually ending up in a creek off the latter for the evening. There is a bascule bridge right at the beginning of the day -- unfortunately, because it is in the greater Charleston area, its first opening isn't until 9am -- this is to allow commuters to get to work.
We had a fair current most of the way -- at one point in the first cut, I was doing 7.7 knots over land -- of course, it was short lived -- once we were out of the cut it fell to 6 or so, still helping us.
The parts of the route that were closest to Charleston were very pretty, wide and deep creeks lined with stately homes -- as we drew away from the city, the sceneray turned back into vast expanses of salt marsh cordgrass punctuated by the occasional cluster of trees sitting on an island -- lovely but monotonous. We did hit one shallow trouble spot around mid-day but Sue was able to pick her way through quite nicely and we were soon on our way again.
Our anchorgae for the evening was a creek in the salt marsh (Rock Creek), almost 50 miles from Charleston. This shortened our trip to Beaufort, the next major city on our itinerary, to 20 or so miles -- we'll be there tomorrow by late morning.
Both North and South Carolina have towns named Beaufort -- they were named after one of the early Britsih land owners. Having the same name doesn't mean it is pronounced the same -- in NC it's pronounced "Bofort", in SC it's pronouncd Bewford -- go figure.
Like its precessor anchorages, Rock Creek was just a convenient hole in the cordgrass to drop the hook -- no dophins were visible, all we saw were birds, and not even many of those.
Our route for today brings us through a number of rivers connected by cuts as we work our way through the salt marshes on the coast of South Carolina. We'll ride the Stone, Edisto and Ashepoo rivers, eventually ending up in a creek off the latter for the evening. There is a bascule bridge right at the beginning of the day -- unfortunately, because it is in the greater Charleston area, its first opening isn't until 9am -- this is to allow commuters to get to work.
We had a fair current most of the way -- at one point in the first cut, I was doing 7.7 knots over land -- of course, it was short lived -- once we were out of the cut it fell to 6 or so, still helping us.
The parts of the route that were closest to Charleston were very pretty, wide and deep creeks lined with stately homes -- as we drew away from the city, the sceneray turned back into vast expanses of salt marsh cordgrass punctuated by the occasional cluster of trees sitting on an island -- lovely but monotonous. We did hit one shallow trouble spot around mid-day but Sue was able to pick her way through quite nicely and we were soon on our way again.
[Pictures to come -- stuck on bad computer]
Our anchorgae for the evening was a creek in the salt marsh (Rock Creek), almost 50 miles from Charleston. This shortened our trip to Beaufort, the next major city on our itinerary, to 20 or so miles -- we'll be there tomorrow by late morning.
Both North and South Carolina have towns named Beaufort -- they were named after one of the early Britsih land owners. Having the same name doesn't mean it is pronounced the same -- in NC it's pronounced "Bofort", in SC it's pronouncd Bewford -- go figure.
Like its precessor anchorages, Rock Creek was just a convenient hole in the cordgrass to drop the hook -- no dophins were visible, all we saw were birds, and not even many of those.
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