Don’t get your panties in a twist….I’m talking about our cruise route from to Myrtle Beach:-)
The water was mostly 25+ deep and about a quarter of a mile wide. The last half of the trip was in what could only be called a “ditch” — a straight line cut between rivers. Other than slowing down for residential areas, fishing boats, pontoon boats, and especially for sail boats (we remember the rock and roll of passing power boats all too well!!), we were able to make the 57 mile trip in about 6 hours.
About two seconds after Cliff remarked that he hadn’t seen an osprey nest, we started seeing them on every day mark. On one, there were two baby ospreys being tended to by their parents (I have a photo….but the internet connection here hasn’t allowed me to download it.) I was grateful that Cliff did not remark about the F-L-I-E-S. And happily, they did NOT turn up at all. A terrific day with the bonus of a pop-up thunderstorm that gave Dot Calm a lovely fresh water rinse.
The first hour or two included some stretches with “s” curves that were fun to take at the tremendous speed of 14+mph.
The change in geography was amazing. And as we approached Myrtle Beach, the invasion of kudzu vines was apparent.
We think some Miami architects have moved north….you’ll see why (why we believe this…not necessarily why they actually moved!!)
Oue mooring in Myrtle Beach isn’t anything like I’d imagined. It is rather modest and quaint. I expected something more like Panama City in Florida. The restaurant at the marina is, alas, closed. It’s Monday after all. Another restaurant was recommended and turned out to be terrific.
Early dinner. Cubs game. Bed.
A pretty perfect day.