DAY SIXTEEN -- BEUAFORT TO CHARLESTON

                            DAY SIXTEEN -- BEUAFORT TO CHARLESTON

            We knew that we had a long day ahead of us (71 miles), so we got underway at 0935, right after Ashley showed up with her gear and her fancy coffee. It was another hot and humid day, but pleasant up on the flybridge, and we managed to fit three butts onto the helm bench seat. We saw lots of open salt marsh country and very few other cruising boats. We ran into brief showers twice along the way, but by now we are quite good at the drill in which is Janet and I switch helms. Here are some of the photos that Ashley took while we were underway (leaving Beaufort, running out the Coosaw River, and an approaching storm near the S. Edisto River):





And one that Janet took of the Stephanie Dann, a tug from New Orleans that was presumably on her way back home:


            We pulled up to the fuel dock at the Harborage at Ashley Marina (so named because it is on the Ashley River, not for our passenger) at 1445, filled up with diesel, got a pump out, and then went to our assigned dock. We fired up the AC and then took at Uber to Ashely's hotel, which was more like an upscale efficiency suite. It was on Line Street on the far north side of the downtown historic area. 

            The girls were tired of the heat and decided to just hang out at the suite, but I wanted to walk around a bit, so I trekked a mile down King Street (an old commercial street that is now full of hip shops and restaurants) to the nearest PNC to get a bunch of $5 bills, which we use all the time for tipping dock hands. I walked back partially on Meeting Street and partially on St. Phillips Street. I saw the old Joseph Manigault House (1803) and a reproduction of the CSS Hunley, which was the first combat submarine to sink a warship, the USS Housatonic, in Charleston's outer harbor in February 1864, but did not survive the attack and sank with all eight crew aboard.



            When I got back to the suite we relaxed for a bit, got cleaned up for dinner, and then took at Uber down to the sea wall in the French Quarter. We walked half mile through that neighborhood to our 7:45 dinner reservation at FIG, which was an incredible foody place that Ashley found. It was good that she booked it far in advance, because there were people on the street complaining about not being able to get in. We had a nice walk through the neighborhood after dinner, then got an Uber to take Ashely back to her hotel and us to the boat. We will miss our cruising companion!



Comments

  1. The propulsion of the Hunley was by man power thru a shaft like a crankshaft on a car, to the propeller. Quite a story about the Hunley on Google.

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  2. Funny how Ashley told me about the Ashepoo River but not the Ashley River. 😂

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