To Cooper River
To Cooper River, Our Last Stop in South Carolina
We left Downtown Marina, Beaufort at midday, slack tide, turned the corner in the river and looked back toward the town and took our last look at Lady Island Bridge. We had planned to leave yesterday but got up to a gray and miserable morning with rain on the horizon. We stayed put and in the afternoon used the marina car to visit Hi-Lo (supermarket). Southern chicken for a late lunch. The box was amusing, along with the history of Aunties recipe there were some great quotes to accompany the standard - ‘finger lickin’ – ‘If you have a moustache, lick your moustache first’, ‘Eat fresh but if you don’t it’s your choice’ and our favourite ‘Try to lick only your own lips’. Then I was slaughtered at backgammon – should have faced the rain.
Back to our journey and passing Beaufort Hospital complete with landing for boating emergencies
Soon out into the sound on a glorious afternoon, hard to believe we are in mid January
I asked Bear to look on the map and tell me what marker was next. Oh a red buoy. No that looks like a dead red marker, whoever hit that came off badly.
We passed a small marina, a huge one and a couple of very parsey houses.
A regional meeting and no one moves
Then movement as Beez moves too close for comfort
Chaos among the gang - all except one cocky little rep
Not a normal roost for cormorants
A quiet twenty mile day, then anchoring in complete silence in the Cooper River, a few feet from our last time here, perfect.
ALL IN ALL A LOVELY PLACE