The First Mate's View

Captain Ron is an awesome blogger...but perhaps it is time to hear about the voyage from the first mate.

We left the Isle of Palms Marina around 8:00 am on Sunday, headed for Georgetown, SC. It was still a bit cold and windy, but we had SUN! The trip was like going down a very narrow river/creek at some times...uber shallow. At one point some big boat was trying to pass us on the left and I was thinking, on what planet is there enough room for you to pass? But Ron handled it all, including a very shallow spot which I am sure he would have talked about a ton if he were blogging about this part of the trip.

We arrived at Harborwalk Marina in Georgetown, SC around 1:30. The dock master, Steve, was fun. He told us that he moved here from Charlotte, NC. He was "a damn Yankee'. He then told us that the difference between a Yankee and a damn Yankee, is that a damn Yankee buys a house here.



This is one of the prettiest towns I have ever seen. It is the third oldest town in South Carolina. The marina is in the heart of the historic district. Everyone is so friendly. This is like the town that time forgot. After our lunch aboard, I took Miss Olive (and me) on a much-needed walk.

If you want to make friends, just walk a small dog. In our 30 minute walk, we met a couple who told us about a Jack Russell that a local shop keeper has named Gulliver. It seems he got his name because he was a rescue that jumped off a boat. How funny that 15 minutes later, I passed a man who works on boats who stopped to pet Olive. "Oh, Jack Russells are great dogs. I was working on a boat one day, and this Russell jumps out of the boat. I couldn't find his owner, so I took him to a guy that owns a store downtown and asked if he wanted to adopt him. He took him, and named him Gulliver. That dog's been there 15 years now." Are you kidding??? This is the definition of a small town. Ron and I closed the loop by meeting Gulliver the following day at his shop.



Georgetown is so lovely, we decided to spend two nights here. That meant we (read I) could sleep in and then have a nice long run. I ran while Ron and Olive walked. It was heaven. Next, we went to buy fresh seafood from the shrimpers who were just a few blocks from our marina. We bought shrimp, flounder, and scallops. OMG how yummy, I enjoy cooking on board, especially with fresh food. The shrimp man was quite a character. I wasn't sure I could pull Ron away from him. I think(know) they were trading inappropriate jokes.



We strolled into town for lunch at Alfresco Bistro, recommended by the shrimp monger. Delish. We shopped, bought some fresh baked goods, took Olive on another walk, and then returned to the boat for cocktails. Ron regaled everyone in the marina with Taps. A really sweet man stopped by the boat and said that it reminded him of his time in the service...I was afraid he was going to blame us for his PTSD, but instead he was thanking Ron for reminding him of a time in his life he had forgotten...



We are having fun and appreciating our daily life. We are off to Myrtle Beach tomorrow. Ron is calling for an early departure based on tides, etc. Things that don't really concern a first mate. I just know when to mix a Bloody Mary.



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