Steamboat Creek to Price Creek
Steamboat Creek bade us farewell, and off we went toward Price Creek—another one of those 45‑mile days we’ve been stringing together—this time through Charleston Harbor. Even though I lived in Charleston for four years, I’ve never been fond of stopping in the harbor, so we kept our eyes forward and cruised right past the big municipal marina. Two massive container ships were working their way through the channel as we crossed, and it was a treat to watch them glide by—at a very safe distance, of course. Once clear of Isle of Palms, we turned toward Price Creek and dropped the hook in what can only be described as serious wind. It was the first anchorage Carey and I have ever done that didn’t end with smiles. The wind and current teamed up on us, pushing our limits more than we expected after hundreds of trouble‑free anchoring’s. But persistence won out, and eventually we settled the boat safely for the night. That glass of wine was well earned.
Onward to Georgetown
Morning brought fresh smiles and a fresh start. We pointed the bow north for another 45‑mile run to Georgetown, SC—and to one of our favorite restaurants, SOCO. It’s southern cooking at its best, served by waitresses with warm smiles and even warmer accents. The day itself was easy: gorgeous weather, calm water, and a relaxed pace. We reached Harbor Walk Marina mid‑afternoon, took a little time to unwind, and then headed to SOCO. I went straight for the fried pork chop; Carey ordered her beloved fried oysters. Just good, honest southern food. A slow walk back to the boat wrapped up the evening and set us up for another day on the water. Found Georgetown over 21 years ago and it’s still one of our favorite stops and marinas. Entire downtown is a historic landmark, and the surrounding homes are stately and lovely. Well worth a trip by land or water.
Waccamaw River to Barefoot Marina
Saturday morning brought a parade of boats—perfect weather and a weekend will do that. We motored up the Waccamaw River, which remains one of the most beautiful stretches of the entire ICW. Towering cypress, quiet bends, and that peaceful, timeless feel you only get on this part of the waterway. Halfway to Barefoot Marina we stopped at Osprey Marina to fill up with diesel. Their prices were still pre-Trump War at $3.59/gal. All other marinas nearby were above $4.50. I filled to the top of our 600-gallon tanks — enough to get us home to Colonial Beach. Yahoo! By mid-afternoon we were tied up at Barefoot Marina in North Myrtle Beach. The young dockhand is from Occoquan and has spent many a weekend in Colonial Beach. Love when that happens. Tomorrow will be a tougher day, but that’s a story for tomorrow.
Today’s Photos
Just the big boys we passed in Charleston Harbor—those container ships that remind you why the law of gross tonnage is not to be trifled with.
