November 26th- Jekyll Island, GA

I thought we’d see more transient boats here. Maybe they’re all in the Bahamas by now. We toured the Beach Village and had lunch at the Jekyll Market. I wonder how many Rueben sandwiches I’ve had on this trip?

Local scenes.

Sometimes this happens. He seems to love it.

We went down to the beach.

Frisbee was on the agenda for the 3rd or 4th time today.

Zoomed in. He really gets some air. That must be 3 or 4 feet.

Catalpa anchored in Jekyll Creek.

Sunset over the marsh.

November 25th- Duplin River to Jekyll Island

Today I knew we were going to cross through the shallowest part of the Georgia Intracoastal. We left Duplin River at high tide. After crossing Doboy Sound we quickly traversed a few creeks/ rivers. This brought us to the Little Mud River. The Army Corps of Engineers has not dredged this area because the bottom is some kind of liquefied mud. The EPA won’t allow it to be dumped on the side of the river. Transporting the spoils out to the Atlantic is cost prohibitive. They have been experimenting with spraying the mud out into the marshes. Hopefully that’s the solution. We hit the Little Mud while the tide was still high. With an 8 foot tide, I didn’t even break a sweat. The next section, Altamaha River, is also described as “depressingly shallow”. With help of the tide and a beautiful sunny morning, we had an enjoyable ride.

There were around half a dozen houses located out on islands in the marsh. No water. No electricity. They must be self sufficient (like a boat). We also saw a group of bulls on one island.

Bird tree. All the white dots are birds.

The current was the same 50/50 mix, with and against us. It would be better if this buoy were leaning the other way.

Around lunch time we entered St. Simon sound. The Brunswick River empties into it. Brunswick is a busy shipping port.

We have a VHF radio in Catalpa with a very long range. I keep it on during the day (per Coast Guard regulations). Since it picks up a lot of radio chatter, I don’t pay much attention to it. I also have a really good handheld radio in the cockpit. It doesn’t have the range of the other radio but if I need to communicate with another boat or bridge, it works well. If it picks up something I listen.

When we entered the sound I heard a panicked voice calling the Coast Guard over the main radio. I turned on the handheld and it picked up the call. The problem was near. The Coast Guard responded. The captain’s response, “There are bodies in the water.” He gave his location which was a few miles from where we were. The radio lit up with CG station Brunswick, a tow vessel, and EMS. I could see the boats shooting across the harbor from various directions. A few minutes later the man came back on the radio and said that he was performing CPR. The CG radioed back some questions but there was no more radio response. He was busy. It made us sad that all this was happening on a nice, sunny, afternoon only a short distance away. Things go wrong sometimes. The sea can be a dangerous place. So can the highway. Upon further research I found out it was two men in a 17′ jon boat. One was resuscitated, the other deceased. A sad story.

Totally unrelated to the previous narrative, there is a capsized ship in St Simons Sound. It is the car carrier, MV Golden Ray. I read about it a few months ago. All of the crew were rescued. I believe they cut a hole in the hull to get the last few guys out.

MV Golden Ray

We next had to go down Jekyll Creek to get to our anchorage. It is shallow. I was told not to attempt it at low tide. One of the guide books says not to traverse it without local knowledge. By now it was dead low tide. I was in no mood to screw around, waiting for the tide to come in. We did it. At one point the depth sounder was reading just over 4 feet.

Jekyll Island Bridge.

We are anchored off of the Tidelands Nature Center. It’s a great spot to bring Ollie to. There is a marina close by for showers and exploration. We are going to rest here for a day. Still not sure what our Thanksgiving plan is.

November 22nd- Beaufort, SC to Turner Creek, GA

We probably could have spent another week in Beaufort. We preferred having Catalpa in Factory Creek over the Beaufort River but the downtown area is very cool. Oliver made many friends over at Lady’s Island Marina. See you in the spring.

Further down the Beaufort River is the Paris Island Marine Base. Paris Island is where they train new recruits. I visited the base many years ago with my Grandparents. The Marines are a big presence in this area. We often saw jets from the Marine Corps Air Station flying overhead.

Paris Island.

We passed another dredging operation in Fields Cut.

They have to pile it somewhere.

We packed some miles under Catalpa’s keel today and made it up Turner Creek around dusk. Turner Creek is on Wilmington Island which is near Savannah. While we were only there for one night we did a little reconnaissance of the area. Very good stop for provisions. There is a grocery right next to Hogans Marina. It can be difficult to get groceries without a car so we’ll keep this stop in mind for future reference. I walked up to the gas station and filled a couple of jerry cans with diesel. There aren’t many places to get fuel on the next leg of our journey.

November 23rd- Turner Creek, GA to Kilkenny Creek, GA

Our goal was the Wahoo River but we decided to cut the day short and get into an anchorage. Today it seemed like the current was running against us most of the day. We went through another Hell Gate. This was a notoriously shallow spot. It was recently dredged. It’s just a narrow channel dug through the mud.

We anchored on Kilkenny Creek off of Kilkenny Marina. If there was an award for rustic charm, it would go to Kilkenny Marina. The shower functioned. I also managed to get another can of diesel. The area around the marina has old, pre-civil war, homes. It is filled with ancient live oaks. There may have been Pterodactyls living in the trees. The birds seem bigger down here. In the morning there were all kinds of jungle sounds.

The Marina.

The marshes around this part of the country seem to go on forever. They must support a ton of wild life.

November 24th- Kilkenny Creek, GA to Duplin River, GA

We had a strong West wind to help drive us south today. The only actual sailing we’ve done, on this trip, has been in Long Island Sound, the coast of NJ, and the Chesapeake Bay. The rest has been motoring or motor sailing. Getting a sail up with a favorable wind really helps to push Catalpa along. Parts of Georgia seem to be very shallow. I’m really appreciative of our 4 foot draft these day.

After consulting the Books of Bob I decided on anchoring in the Duplin River. It is bordered by Sapelo Island. The main attraction of our next stop is a ferry landing with an easily accessible dinghy dock. This makes it much easier to bring Ollie in. It’s main detriment is that you need some sort of tourism permit to visit it. I obviously don’t have a tourism permit but we look like tourists. The people on the ferry waved to us. We played frisbee in a grassy parking lot. Sapelo Island has an interesting story. We didn’t see much of it but it’s worth a Google search. There is a small community that live on the island. The state manages the rest of the land. There are no city lights out here. The Milky Way is on full display.

The road in.

A mouthful.

You can just make out Catalpa in the background.

Catalpa anchored in Duplin River.

November 21st- Beaufort, SC

We stopped at a bakery this morning and got Catalpa ready to depart Factory Creek. Today’s goal was only downtown Beaufort which is one swing bridge and a couple miles away, on the Beaufort River. We grabbed a mooring at the Downtown Beaufort Marina. Tomorrow we’ll be moving on to Georgia.

The downtown area is filled with various shops and historic homes. Lynne found her rain pants (Bay Street Outfitters). I found my haircut (Harvey’s Barbershop). Ollie got a ton of treats from every shop we went into (except the one we got kicked out of). We needed a treat too. Lynne and I split a fudge brownie Sunday for lunch.

Some Beaufort Scenery. I can’t get enough Spanish moss.

November 17th- Steamboat Creek, SC to Beaufort, SC

The rain finally stopped this morning. It was grey, still cool, and windy. Upon exiting Steamboat we motored back into the North Edisto River. I was quickly reminded that 25 knots of wind with an opposing current can make for a bouncy, wet ride. This part of the Edisto is large with a long fetch, running north-south. The wind was out of the north. We were only on it for a short period of time before turning into more protected waters. Today’s travel had a lot of variety.

The List

• Steamboat Creek
• North Edisto River
• Dawho River
• North Creek
• Watts Cut
• South Edisto River
• Fenwick Cut
• Ashepoo River
• Rock Creek
• Coosaw River
• Brickyard Creek
• Beaufort River
• Factory Creek

With a list that long you would think we traveled 200 miles. I think it was closer to 45 for the day. The strong wind actually became a big help. At some points we had current running against us. For much of the day I was able to keep our jib up. We easily pick up a knot or two with some sail to help our diesel.

We had a couple of options for where to put Catalpa at the end of the day. We decided to go up Factory Creek and anchor near Lady Island Marina. We were thinking about tieing up to their pier but there was “no room at the inn.” They allow us (for a small fee) to use their facilities so it’s the next best thing.

Catalpa anchored in Factory Creek.

November 18th – 20th Beaufort, SC

We chose Lady’s Island over downtown Beaufort due to it being more protected and its close proximity to shopping. We need provisions. There is a huge hardware store. Groceries are not far away. A well stocked liquor store is in walking distance. Lynne also found a Mexican grocery and a real butcher (Ole Timey Meat Market). We had a great steak last night.

Today we ran more errands. Laundry was laundered. I filled up our propane supply. Lynne put an order in with the butcher. We’re going to freeze additional meat for our supplies in the marina freezer. A space opened up on the marina dock so we pulled up the hook and tied Catalpa up for the night. This is our first paid marina stop since Atlantic City (over a month ago). Lady’s Island Marina has a loaner car. We’re going to use it for groceries. Neither one of us has driven in two months. Clear the roads! This is a great marina to spend some time at. They even have a workshop with tools for diy boat projects.

Eventually we’ll get over to downtown Beaufort. It has a large historic area. Lynne is in search of rain pants. I’m searching for a a barber shop.

The marina.

Happy dog. Good frisbee field. Lots of friendly dogs at the docks.

Catalpa at the dock (with guard dog).

November 11th- Georgetown, SC to Awendaw Creek, SC

Another cold morning. We need to keep moving south.

We continued on down Winyah Bay and turned into a canal. This part of the trip went through a series of canals and rivers. Some of it passed through forest but most of our passage went through marshland. Grasslands that stretch on for miles. It also becomes extremely shallow. 2 to 3 feet shallow. There are a lot of different currents to deal with. The tide around here is 5 or 6 feet so a lot of water is moving in and out of the waterways.

One of the shallower areas is near McClellanville. The idea here is that you don’t want to pass through at low tide. In my own defense, I planned on getting there after low tide. We made really good time to McClellanville. We got there at exactly low tide. There was also a full moon that evening. This tends to make the tides more extreme. It was shallow. They had two dredges working to keep the channel open. We had to pass very close to one in order to find enough depth to pass. We had one reading of 5′ 6″ (our draft is 4 feet). The catamaran that was following us did not get as close to the dredge as us. They went aground in 2 feet of water. We radioed back where the deeper water was but could do nothing else to help.

Rather than push much further through the mud, we decided to anchor near by, in Awendaw Creek. It’s more of a bay than creek and is bordered by marsh grass. We located a small sandy beach for Ollie. Eventually one other boat pulled in. We had a great sunset, full moon, glassy seas, and a nice sunrise to cap it off. On Ollie’s morning commando run, we were followed by dolphins. We see dolphins and pelicans almost every day now.

Pictures from Awendaw

Sunset

Full moon over our neighbors

November 12th- Awendaw Creek, SC to Charleston, SC

We left Awendaw at high tide and experienced no more shallows for the day. There is an area around Isle of Palms that had shoaling issues but it was just recently dredged.

Houses along the way.

I knew we had some weather issues coming. Before reaching Charleston harbor we had to go through the Ben Sawyer swing bridge. You can see the weather rolling in.

Ben Sawyer bridge

Charleston Harbor is large. By the time we entered it the wind was starting to blow. We had to negotiate a few shipping channels before heading up the Ashley river to our anchorage. The current was against us on the river as was the wind. Then the sky opened up and it began to pour.

That night the temperature dropped down to 30 degrees. We tried to keep the inside of Catalpa warm with our hurricane lanterns. A new experience for us was condensation. All of our bronze ports started to sweat. It was like being in a cold rain forest. It was a difficult night. Catalpa got down to around 40 degrees by morning. We were warm in our sleeping bags. The problem was getting out of them.

November 13- Charleston, SC

The weather stayed cold but the sun came out. This much improved morale. We went into Charleston for the day. We really only just scraped the surface of the city. There is a lot to do. Museums, restaurants, clubs, art galleries, and the carrier Yorktown. We ran a few errands and had lunch at JohnKing Bar and Grill. They definitely had one of the best burgers I’ve had in a long time. The beer was good too. Morale was further improved.

Scenes from Charleston

Lynne and Ollie with a big old live oak.

November 14th- Charleston, SC to Steamboat Creek, SC

I’ve had some time today to think about climate control. As a species, we’ve gotten very good at it. 100 years ago it was much more difficult. 1000 years ago it was probably almost non existent. Many people in other countries live with little or no climate control. In the US we have plenty of electricity and oil to go around to keep us warm, dry, or cool. Boat life is a little different.

We’ve been really lucky with the weather until the other day.

Charleston Harbor is very open. With more bad weather coming we decided to move on towards Beaufort. We’re chasing the sun.

The first problem of the day (beside the cold) was the Wappoo Creek bridge. We got up early so we could get to it by 8am. It doesn’t open until 9:30. They usually open every hour or on demand. We anchored near the bridge to wait it out. About 20 other boats showed up for the opening. We had a big parade of boats.

We continued on down the Stono River for a few hours. The sky opened up with a downpour. The temperature dropped. Visibility dropped. I started thinking about climate control.

We made it to Steamboat Creek. It’s one of those places that the anchorage is usually empty but there are about a dozen boats, waiting out the weather. It’s supposed to be stormy for a couple of days. We might just stay here to wait it out also. There is a dock nearby so I can get Ollie to shore.

November 10th- Georgetown, SC

We planned an 8:00 meeting for the two boys at a near by park. Olliver has not really had much dog to dog play time in a while. We weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe they would just ignore each other. Border Collies are funny like that. We got to the field and I could see Ralphy with his family off in the distance. Not knowing what to do, I decided to let Ollie off leash. Charge! Let the festivities begin! They had a great time. I believe they knew they were brothers. By the end of a few hours at play they were just rolling around on the floor like puppies. Oliver enjoys playing with other dogs but I never see him just rolling around. We both pulled out frisbees. Both dogs lazered in on their respective disks. Later, they both horsed around for a while again. Ralphy tried to teach Oliver how to play soccer but he has a way to go on that sport. Later in the day we met up for more fun at a beach.

A fun day was had by all. It was a dog day. Ollie was very tired by the end of the day.

Some other sights from Georgetown.

This is an ASDIC sonar device. It was used to detect German Uboats during WW2.

Catalpa anchored in Georgetown.

Georgetown is a beautiful town filled with live oaks. Unfortunately I photographed not one. Our hosts were very kind. The dogs had great fun. We look forward to visiting in the spring.

November 7th- Carolina Beach, NC to Calabash Creek, SC

Before leaving Carolina Beach we stopped in the North End coffee shop. Luckily it opens at 6am. Hot coffee and egg sandwiches for breakfast. Ollie got in a little more “fun time” before we headed out.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself. FDR

I picked a good morning for the Cape Fear river. What little wind we had was behind us. The strong current pushed us along at 7 knots. By noon the current was going to reverse and a southwest wind was supposed to start up but we were long gone by then.

We were soon off the river and back in the ditch (ICW). We passed by Southport which is a popular stop. Maybe we’ll get to it on the return trip.

Lots of restaurants on the water.

We pushed on down the North Carolina waters.

Oliver has been spending most of his days on deck. Sometimes he stares off into the distance for hours. I wonder what he’s thinking about? He has gotten very comfortable with boat life.

By evening we crossed into South Carolina. There was no Welcome sign for a photo op. Our anchorage was in Calabash Creek. A somewhat ominous sight was 3 half sunken vessels near us. One wreck was a sailboat that looked fairly recent.

Ollie had a new experience. We approached what I thought was a beach. It was actually a giant pile of oyster shells. We scrambled up the loose pile. He tolerated the stop but definitely was not happy about the shells. He did his business and jumped right back in the dinghy.

No pictures from this stop. We had a big storm in the evening. Wind wasn’t bad but the sky opened up with a ton of rain.

November 8th- Calabash Creek, SC to The Waccamaw River, SC

Today we had several draw bridges to traverse. We also went through the Rock Pile. It is an area of the ICW where the engineers ran into rock ledge. They blasted a narrow passage through it. If you stray from the channel it’s all rock. We didn’t hit any rocks today.

A sign to make boaters even more uncomfortable in the Rock Pile.

The first half of the day really seemed like we were in a ditch. The banks are tall with big houses at the top. As we went further down the scenery became more rural.

A lighthouse on the ICW? It was actually Lighthouse marina.

This was some restaurant/ amusement center. Is this where every missing ICW buoy is located?

The second half of the day had us on the Waccamaw River. This became much more rural until it became a large swamp. I never was able to figure out the name of the swamp.

Spanish moss. Cedar and cypress trees. Alligator country for sure.

November 9th- Waccamaw River, SC to Georgetown, SC

We did not have to wrestle any alligators. The town of Enterprise Landing was a short dinghy ride from our anchorage. Olliver made it to shore without having to negotiate swamp territory.

Two odd things happened at night.

I kept hearing distant roaring sounds. Lion roaring sounds. I figured it was my over active imagination. Maybe a metal dock surging in the water somewhere. The next day I went on Google maps to see what is around the area. Waccatee Zoo was not far. It’s good to know I’m not hearing things.

The other odd thing was we kept having a helicopter buzz over the boat repeatedly. It was flying very close to the river. The next morning we turned on the VHF radio. A kayaker never made it to his destination. The helicopter was searching the area. I don’t know if he was ever found as the alert was repeated several times throughout the day.

Ok, three odd things. The temperature dropped to 35 degrees. It was 80 a day or two ago.

We continued down the Waccamaw River. There was a breeze blowing so I got to do some swamp forest sailing. At every bend I had to tack over the head sail. Eventually I rolled up the jib so Ollie could relax in his spot.

The Wackamaw is pretty deep down to Georgetown but this was surprising.

River School bus.

We picked up a favorable current and made good time down to Georgetown. The Waccamaw hooks up with the Great Pee Dee River and both empty out into Winyah Bay. We then had to turn up the Sampit River into Georgetown.We filled up with diesel. Had marina showers. We went into town for fresh shrimp at the Independent Seafood Market. Then, the fourth odd thing happened today.

We were walking up a dock into town. The woman walking down the dock wanted to meet Oliver. She has a Border Collie. She used to live in Massachusetts. Her dog is from Cape Cod. Her dog is from Abfab Collies. His birthday is the same as Ollie’s. Her boy is Olliver’s brother. What are the chances of that happening?We were going to move on in the morning BUT, it’s Sunday Funday. We’re going to meet up tomorrow morning so Ollie can see his brother. Pictures will follow.

November 5th- Wrightsville Beach, NC

The idea was that we were going to explore today. There is a West Marine near by, so I was going to try to find some kind of local tide and current book.

The morning started off sunny. We were running low on water so that was the priority. The municipal dock doesn’t have a hookup for a hose so I had to use some “Robin Hood” skills. Public access to fresh water should be a law. We also have the same problem in Dartmouth.

Black clouds rolled in and the rest of the day was stormy. We managed to get over to Robert’s grocery for a few more things but we were mostly stuck on Catalpa. For a while we had a trimaran dragging down on us. Eventually it’s anchor held so there was no further drama.

A break in the clouds.

November 6th- Wrightsville Beach to Carolina Beach, NC

Our next part of the trip includes a passage down the Cape Fear river. The Cape Fear is a tidal estuary so the current runs both ways. I was told I needed to be careful about getting Catalpa through there. The current can run up to 3 knots. Big waves develop. The river has the word “Fear” as part of its name. Carolina Beach is only a short distance from Wrightsville but it makes a better jumping off point for the Cape Fear river.

On another note. Wrightsville has a lot of small power boats. The locals drive them at max speed. They fly through the anchorage. They bounce around other fishermen. The boats get smashed into docks (from wakes). While we were there one of these skillful pilots smashed into someone’s dinghy while attempting to dock. I’m not sure how the kayaks stay upright. I’ve been told that you can add about 500 jet skis to the mix in the summer. Most places we’ve been to seem to have a little more nautical courtesy.

Carolina Beach has a no wake rule in the harbor. For some reason I thought we were going to be in a state park but it is a developed town. Beautiful beaches. Lots of restaurants but we won’t be sampling any tonight.

Fresh seafood on the dock. Grilled Mahi-mahi for dinner.

Quality time with Ollie. Rough seas today.

Local scenery.

Catalpa moored in Carolina Beach.

We’re most likely moving on tomorrow morning. We’ve got to catch the Cape Fear river current early. We’ll be back in the spring. It’s a good provisioning stop. Seems like a nice place to vacation in general.