In which I redeem myself...
Hope springs eternal, so we were feeling confident as we slid easily off the dock in Savannah. We were expecting a rainy day, and were not disappointed - it's good to have a break from the sun.
Coming into the Beaufort City Marina, we decided that the third time would be the charm. We stopped well short of the dock to see what forces the wind and current were exerting on the boat, and looked at all the boats anchored just shy of the marina to see what they were doing. Then, armed with our headsets, I headed to the bridge and Rick to the lines and fenders. I am sure little prayers were also said. I had lots of room on the face-dock, but I was still going to have to work some magic before we got to the end of the dock where there was a good-sized boat. Not feeling hurried worked well, and I C R E P T up to kiss the dock. Perfect! I ran downstairs and jumped into Rick's arms (not really, that would have killed him) - we hugged and fist bumped and celebrated!! The dock master was even kind enough to compliment me and tell me the dock was hard to get on to with the current (there was none - Mr. Weather/Tides/Winds/Currents made sure of that).
We took a quick walk through the little town and along the lovely re-done waterfront. It was early to bed as we have a busy day tomorrow.
First nature gives us a show - the Pot of Gold is SO CLOSE:
Hooray for second and third chances...
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| The area has some much opportunity for exploring - a bunch of islands, each with its own character. |
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| I like the attitude of this town! |
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| Much of the tourism is built around the famous movies filled in Beaufort |
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| Tempting... |
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| And one of Beaufort's most famous sons - too depressing for me. Like a modern Faulkner? |
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The area is very Gullah - so we are hoping for some tradition Gullah food.
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