To Little Bay

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 8 Jun 2011 22:59
To Little Bay
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We left our stunning anchorage at eight thirty and just marveled at the sheer beauty. We wound our way back toward the main channel, turned left into the main channel. The lands along the Waccamaw River in coastal South Carolina are rich in history. For more than ten thousand years, nomadic Indians moved quietly along the broad floodplains, leaving only faint traces of their existence.  In the early 1700's, European settlers carved trails through the wilderness and established a new beginning for their descendants, who would create empires from rice.
 
 
 
 
 
We passed Wachesaw Plantation, once the site of two 19th-century rice plantations, on the Waccamaw River near Murrells Inlet.  Today Wachesaw Plantation is a private residential golf community, but remnants of its past continue to be carefully uncovered. The developers of Wachesaw have managed to capture much of its unique southern heritage through archaeological research and restoration.
 
 
 
 
 

The gorgeous silence was only briefly disturbed when a hover boat appeared making the most awful racket. As he passed us the air filled with a fine mist of water and that hit us at about the same time as the bow wave, after a minute of being in a washing machine, he turned off and thankfully soon disappeared. 

 

 

 
 
 
Just a baby gator today and some turtles warming up, reminding us of the Amazon in Peru
 
 
 
 
Next it was osprey alley, I know I'm not supposed to put in any more pictures of them unless they are clutching a great big, fat cod - I just couldn't resist, the stunned looks on the top birds and especially the baby in the centre of the second shot. 
 
 
 
We passed this general store in the middle of nowhere Pratt's, that says Pyatt's I think you'll find Bear Oh.
 
 
 
 
The scenery changed again, we passed what in a film would pass as a haunted wood, fully expecting to see movie crews at work
 
 
 
 
 
This is a railway bridge that only closes for trains. We passed and watched the bridge tender exercising and I thoroughly enjoyed the sight
 
 
 
 
 
A posh house, a great Berger house, a jetty under construction, a set of condos complete with lighthouse
 
 
 
 
Then our first group of truly Lego houses, thank heavens for a lovely one - complete with a crab
 
 
 
 
 
As we neared North Myrtle Beach (home of the shag) we saw an orca and a couple of retired buoys. Behind a McDonalds no less.
 
 
 
 
 
The Barefoot Princess came past, turned at the bridge we had just come under and radioed to overtake, ugly backside or what
 
 
 
 
 
A great garden ornament, the Greg Norman Australian Grille and a cable car crossing the river
 
 
 
 
 
A motorboat called Little Latitude, they had overtaken us and asked the bridge to wait a couple of minutes to let us through together - really kind
 
 
 
 
 
The sign says New York 650 miles. An odd looking bird overhead
 
 
 
 
The lowest swing bridge yet
 
 
 
 
 
Whatever next - two casino boats
 
 
 
 
What it's all about
 
 
 
 
At this huge crossroads we turned left just off the channel to anchor
 
 
 
 
Meet Seacall, an elderly single-hander about to anchor, we were next, did the polite thing and did a u-turn and ended up waiting an hour. Then pushing the action with a radio conversation we both settled in for the night. Then an American boat asked which way the red should be, i.e. if they had taken red to their left, they would have ploughed through three anchored boats and mown the bulrushes, was that a hint to put it to their right ??? We answered nicely glad that this forty one mile journey had come to an end.
 
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL ANOTHER ACTION PACKED DAY