Across the border to SC
09 November 2018 | Calabash Creek, border of NC and SC, USA
A windy night at anchor in a fairly protected spot. Anchor held fine and all was where it should be when we awoke.
We toddled along for another day past endless summer homes, some beautiful unspoilt marshland with bird life too numerous to mention, and another dolphin as well as a few more hurricane-damaged boats. The numbers of beautiful homes in the area are staggering and we have not even seen what sits along the Atlantic coast. Every now and again we get a glimpse through a sandy cut over to the Atlantic and can see the waves crashing in on the beaches on the other side. Quite glad we are on this side. Sailing down the outside is possible at this time of year but it is complicated by the north-bound Gulf Stream and the relatively few deep water cuts that you can use to get back ‘inside’ if you need to.
One thing you see everywhere here are private docks leading down from the waterside home - see photo for example. A dock seems to need an electric boat hoist to lift up the speedy fishing boat, an electric jet-ski lift and a shaded deck with Adirondack chairs. Feels like we could do with a few of these on the sea loch at home! What do you think, folks?
We anchored in shallow Calabash Creek, right on the North/South Carolina border, which is just heavenly (barring the ferocious midge like creatures). We took the dinghy up to the dock where the fishing boats come in, for a fish, shrimp and hush puppy dinner at one of those little seafood shacks where you want to eat everything on the menu if only you had the room. For desert we were introduced to a southern speciality – butter-fried pound cake – gob-smackingly delicious. Must look up how to make that. We seem to be slipping into American timing, as we realized we had eaten dinner ashore and were back at the boat by 6pm. That said, it is getting dark earlier.
Now at Mile 342 – 47 statue miles today – about a 1/3 of the way to Florida.