Charleston (N32 46.562 W079 57.016) S. Carolina/South Edisto River (N32 37.180 W080 23.892) S. Carolina Anchor up at 9:33am; down at 4:20pm with 20 ft. depths. 34.1 miles traveled
I was a little worried about getting off the dock this morning. We were tightly packed between a mammoth mega yacht (both of us are using the same cleat for our stern/bow line) and the 4 spreader sailing vessel. The current helped get our bow out, then releasing the stern line and we got out with no problem at 9:30 to meander across the way for the Wappo Creek Bridge opening at 10:00am. We followed the sailing ship Puda up to the bridge but each time she hailed the bridge on channel 9 and 16 nobody answered. We tried several times too and finally got a response. The bridge opens on demand now. They must change things once the slow season starts. At Elliott’s Cut, the channel really narrowed and the current shoots you along (it pushed us at 7 knots). It was uneventful today. There was a lot of wind and mudflats.
I wasn’t sure until we turned up into South Edisto but this turned out to be the anchorage that I hoped it was. Last year we anchored off two docks near some woods and fields of marsh grass and saw some wild pigs. This IS the spot! It’s another of my favorite places to anchor. I’d only written the Lat/Long in my paper journal so I wasn’t sure until we rounded the bend and I spotted the two docks. I’m so glad we were able to find it! Now lets see if I can spot some pigs and coyotes again :)
Sitting at anchor I’m able to enjoy the scenery. The blue sky has wisps of clouds catching rainbow patches of light. We’re anchored next to a hummock of trees in the salt marsh that’s teeming with bird life – herons, egrets, and other smaller species. They’re all coming in to roost for the night. The sun lights up the trees and marsh grass. They take on hues of gold and red as the sun dips lower. The sky turns shades of pinks and purples. Deer are browsing in the shadows, near shore, but the lighting is such that I can’t capture their picture. There are no hills in view (so to speak of), now it’s mostly flat marshland as we head to the “Low Country” via the Edisto River.
It’s kind of funny, but there really aren’t many signs of human habitation for miles. These two docks don’t really look like they lead anywhere and the birds and animals are the only signs of life. It’s becoming more of an “open country” filled with delicate colors of green and gold grasses, brown and tan mud, and swift flowing tidal currents to hurry us through the cuts or slow us through the wider, low marshy grasslands. It’s almost dark. Time to go below and make dinner. Yellow Fin Tuna, salad and homemade bread. Its cold out and going down to freezing tonight.
It’s kind of funny, but there really aren’t many signs of human habitation for miles. These two docks don’t really look like they lead anywhere and the birds and animals are the only signs of life. It’s becoming more of an “open country” filled with delicate colors of green and gold grasses, brown and tan mud, and swift flowing tidal currents to hurry us through the cuts or slow us through the wider, low marshy grasslands. It’s almost dark. Time to go below and make dinner. Yellow Fin Tuna, salad and homemade bread. Its cold out and going down to freezing tonight.
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