Fifteen days in a marina, even a very nice one, develops a strong inclination to find a place to anchor. We left Myrtle Beach two hours ahead of high tide so we could transit the “Rockpile” with lots of water between us and the rocks and a helpful push from the flood tide.
from Georgetown all the way to Thoroughfare Creek off the Wacamaw. There, the current reversed, and we kept on toward Georgetown.
Into the lower Wacamaw, an hour above Georgetown, Janet suggested we anchor behind Butler Island. Fortunately, the wind was predicted to be light and variable, as Butler Island is good shelter against NW and SE winds – period. Unfortunately, a strong current flows here, so Slack Water Watches were required (that means I got to do them).
a position 15 feet up current of the anchor and its tripline float. Once it was clear this was a stable arrangement, we left well enough alone.
Dinner preparation included Janet baking blueberry muffins!! Dinner included consuming some of them. Yummmm!
I set my alarm for 0113, the next slack water. For some reason I woke at 0100 as if someone had flipped a switch. On deck, the moon was nearing its zenith. The water was as slick and still as a plate of glass. The animals on the island and the riverbank to the west were conversing. Hoot, screams, plaintive cries, something that sounded like a warped hinge…kept me company.
As I watched to make sure the current change didn’t cause problems, five meteors streaked the sky. They came from above my head and generally went toward the north and northeast . They also streaked across the still water, and I stayed on deck well beyond the necessary time waiting for more.
We woke to shotgun blasts, that from the sharpness of the sound, were aimed in our general direction, though not at us.
to ensure we had enough water in the thin spots. We anchored in Whiteside Creek just east of Charleston when the blinding sun made traveling further west tedious. Here, rush hour consisted of American Oystercatchers, Great Blue Heron and a pair of dolphins. The small (not necessarily juvenile) dolphins were swimming along the bank in barely enough water to float them. One splashed water with its fins to push fish up the bank. The other ate, and then they reversed roles.
Sure beats sirens on Route 17 in N. Myrtle Beach….