SearayPaul
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Last weekend One More Hour and myself did a 245 mile trip to Myrtle Beach from Charleston, South Carolina. This trip was a lot of fun after all it was in a boat so how could you go wrong.
We left Charleston Friday morning about 9am under over cast skies as the previous nights storm was still blowing out to sea. We new it would be a great trip as we were leaving when a pod of dolphins arrived on our bow to escort us to the Ravenel Bridge.
One More Hour led the way to Georgetown which would be our lunch stop. Charleston Harbor can have lots of white capping when the wind kicks up. There was zero wind and the harbor and surrounding approaches were slightly rippled. At the turn into the ICW at Sullivans Island we saw an incoming freighter.
With the price of fuel one has to wonder how much longer it will be cheaper to ship the foregin goods to america.
The first bit of excitement was at the Ben Sawyer Bridge. The bridge is an old type bridge that pivots around a center point to open. When Hugo came through Charleston the bridge was blown off the pivot and had to be reattached. It is was good to see the bridge open from the water instead of sitting in traffic.
About this point we passed a sailboat with a 9.9 Johnson pushing up river.
This part of the ICW is mainly a narrow ditch which protects the water way from wind. The water gets very shallow at low tide which is when we were on the water. The plus side for a small boat is dead calm. We saw mile after mile of calm water. Some where around Mcellanville One More Hour saw a couple of gators in the water.
The only boat I remember seeing was huge and only had 5.5 feet of water under it's keel when we passed on by.
Just below Winyah Bay is a ferry that services an island. The water opens up as a hard turn to port is made into Winyah Bay.
Winyah Bay can be rough as it is an open expanse which goes on out to the atlantic. Good fortune was with us up and back on this trip. The bay was smooth on Friday and glass smooth on Sunday. Georgetown is located off the bay and that is where we stopped for lunch at the River House.
Great place to stop and eat.
There is a public dock at the water front which is available on a first come basis.
Leaving Georgetown I led the way to Barefoot Landing in Myrtle Beach. The skies were starting to look ominous as we left Georgetown and continued up the ICW to Myrtle Beach. While there were nasty clouds all around us we never got rained on and the water continued to be favorable. The course was now a winding route with many narrow passages and close to the water trees. It was very pretty through there. At Socrates there was a rental place to get a new ride incase you blew through the swing bridge and lost your top.
I think Searide is the propietor of this establishment.
North of Socastee another big yacht came through at a narrow point in the river. He backed down at the last minute and gave us an easy pass. He was churning up the mud big time which left a pleasant peat moss smell in the air for some miles.
As soon we arrived at Barefoot Landing the rain gods let loose. The dockmaster lets us hide out in his office until the taxi arrived. The taxi drivers are another story altogther.
Saturday my wife and I played golf while One More Hour went up the Waccaman River to Conway.
One more hour had a great trip while my wife trounced me on the golf course.
Sunday was another great day for boating. The water was very calm all the way home. One More Hour made a great save as he dodged a floating log. In Winyah bay we picked up the out going tide and added 5mph to our speed.
That was a first for me. I on the other hand was not paying attention while saying bad things about the crab pots in the channel. Turned out I was out of the channel which my wife discovered in time to get back on course with out a grounding. Coming back to civilization we spotted a lot of enviormental progress.
The pelicans were impervious to progress
Several sailboaters came through.
One of the blowboats was hard aground and would be there awhile as the tide was falling.
We also passed our friend with the 9.9 Johnson still heading north with no sail up. He was having a great time. Back in Charleston Sunday traffice was every where.
Coming back into Charleston Harbor it was still pretty calm and great weather.
Now we knew we were home at the Ravenel Bridge
Total distance covered 245 miles. We burned 74 gallons of gas in 13 hours.
We left Charleston Friday morning about 9am under over cast skies as the previous nights storm was still blowing out to sea. We new it would be a great trip as we were leaving when a pod of dolphins arrived on our bow to escort us to the Ravenel Bridge.
One More Hour led the way to Georgetown which would be our lunch stop. Charleston Harbor can have lots of white capping when the wind kicks up. There was zero wind and the harbor and surrounding approaches were slightly rippled. At the turn into the ICW at Sullivans Island we saw an incoming freighter.
With the price of fuel one has to wonder how much longer it will be cheaper to ship the foregin goods to america.
The first bit of excitement was at the Ben Sawyer Bridge. The bridge is an old type bridge that pivots around a center point to open. When Hugo came through Charleston the bridge was blown off the pivot and had to be reattached. It is was good to see the bridge open from the water instead of sitting in traffic.
About this point we passed a sailboat with a 9.9 Johnson pushing up river.
This part of the ICW is mainly a narrow ditch which protects the water way from wind. The water gets very shallow at low tide which is when we were on the water. The plus side for a small boat is dead calm. We saw mile after mile of calm water. Some where around Mcellanville One More Hour saw a couple of gators in the water.
The only boat I remember seeing was huge and only had 5.5 feet of water under it's keel when we passed on by.
Just below Winyah Bay is a ferry that services an island. The water opens up as a hard turn to port is made into Winyah Bay.
Winyah Bay can be rough as it is an open expanse which goes on out to the atlantic. Good fortune was with us up and back on this trip. The bay was smooth on Friday and glass smooth on Sunday. Georgetown is located off the bay and that is where we stopped for lunch at the River House.
Great place to stop and eat.
There is a public dock at the water front which is available on a first come basis.
Leaving Georgetown I led the way to Barefoot Landing in Myrtle Beach. The skies were starting to look ominous as we left Georgetown and continued up the ICW to Myrtle Beach. While there were nasty clouds all around us we never got rained on and the water continued to be favorable. The course was now a winding route with many narrow passages and close to the water trees. It was very pretty through there. At Socrates there was a rental place to get a new ride incase you blew through the swing bridge and lost your top.
I think Searide is the propietor of this establishment.
North of Socastee another big yacht came through at a narrow point in the river. He backed down at the last minute and gave us an easy pass. He was churning up the mud big time which left a pleasant peat moss smell in the air for some miles.
As soon we arrived at Barefoot Landing the rain gods let loose. The dockmaster lets us hide out in his office until the taxi arrived. The taxi drivers are another story altogther.
Saturday my wife and I played golf while One More Hour went up the Waccaman River to Conway.
One more hour had a great trip while my wife trounced me on the golf course.
Sunday was another great day for boating. The water was very calm all the way home. One More Hour made a great save as he dodged a floating log. In Winyah bay we picked up the out going tide and added 5mph to our speed.
That was a first for me. I on the other hand was not paying attention while saying bad things about the crab pots in the channel. Turned out I was out of the channel which my wife discovered in time to get back on course with out a grounding. Coming back to civilization we spotted a lot of enviormental progress.
The pelicans were impervious to progress
Several sailboaters came through.
One of the blowboats was hard aground and would be there awhile as the tide was falling.
We also passed our friend with the 9.9 Johnson still heading north with no sail up. He was having a great time. Back in Charleston Sunday traffice was every where.
Coming back into Charleston Harbor it was still pretty calm and great weather.
Now we knew we were home at the Ravenel Bridge
Total distance covered 245 miles. We burned 74 gallons of gas in 13 hours.
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