No moss on the Captain.

Up before sunrise, and herein lies a problem. The Captain is falling asleep after dinner, a couple glasses of wine, a brief read, and then ready to roll early. The Admiral is having difficulty becoming operational early, regardless of sleep time. But the tide waits for nobody.

We rode the tide down the Waccamaw, doing at times over 8 knots over-the-ground with the happy diesel purring quietly. A nice current continued as we turned into a cut through miles of marsh bordering the ocean. So we went further/faster than planned, and we are now a day from Charleston. We didn't know there was so much marshland in SC.

This afternoon we followed a narrow gut into the marsh to the end of the world. Nothing but marsh for miles and miles. We anchored as the wind began to come up. Checking the updated weather prediction, a windy night was expected, and we didn't want to be blown away with the mosquitos. So we went back a ways to the old Scottish fishing village of McClellanville and tied up at a marina filled with shrimp boats. We are told that the shrimpers likely will not go out at their usual 5 am because the "cold" weather has shutoff the catch.

Walked around the town to look at the old buildings and beautiful old trees with Spanish moss. Nothing is open on Sunday, and there is almost nothing to be open at any time. So we expect a quiet night even if/when the wind starts to howl again.

We think the weather is slowly warming up...