to South Edisto

Gooood mornin' Charleston! A beautiful day; crisp, but not that vicious cold that bites it's way right thru your clothes; 'specially your gloves. Man, never knew fingers could hurt like that. Anyway, since it is programed to be in the high 50's today, Scooter and; crew decided to move on. It is a 70+ mile run to Beaufort that's BEW-fort, Chuckie, as opposed to BO-fort, which is in NC.. However, the way the tidal currents whip around the marina entrance here, we elected to make a leisurely departure; around 1100 or so. That would put us closer to slower currents here as well as a rising tide at the Dawho River in case we found some bottom. Easier to get unstuck if the water is working with you. Loaded up, fired up Frick and Frack and took off. We've had a great time wandering around this pleasant city. Lots of sights for any and all tastes. History abounds, but modern is mixing in a bit as well.

 
 So, down the Cooper River, up the Ashley River, into and thru Wappoo Creek, thru Elliot Cut into the Stono River. From there we eased thru low country marshes, glowing with golden grasses, and populated with swiftly appearing porpoises. It is a constantly amazing thing when these mammals suddenly appear beside the boat, dive smoothly under it and survive. I kinda cringe and wait for the crunch; never happens. From the Stono, it was on to the Dawho, a noted shallow spot to be handled carefully lest one find ones self poised gracelessly on a lump of mud while awaiting towing assistance. 'Taint fun! Got by the issue, and are now anchored peacefully in the South Edisto River just north of ICW mile marker 505; as in 505 miles from mile zero in Norfolk, VA. Ain't life grand! Tomorrow will be on to Port Royal marina in.....Port Royal SC. Catch you later, be safe.