Georgetown

551 nm   N33 21.999   W079 17.158

Once we Left Osprey Marina, we entered the Wacamaw in all its glory.  The views are breathtaking, with no sign of man for a dozen miles at a time.

Unspoiled Wilderness

Giant Cedar Dripping with Spanish Moss

At one point, we passed a location where, 2 years ago, there was a large powerboat washed up into the marshes, one of the meny after-affects of hurricane Matthew in 2016.  At that time, it appeared basically undamaged, just aground.  When we passed that same location, the "boat" was now a sad pile of rotting lumber.

This was Once a Boat

Eventually, we emerged at the head of Winyah Bay,  and headed up the Sampit River to Georgetown.

 After a quick stop at a fuel dock for gas and a pumpout, we transferred to one of the three town docks.  These floating docks are free to tie up to, but prohibit overnight stays. I got a great chuckle at the signs.  It threatened a fine for overnighting, but instead of a typical, round number, like say $500 or $1000, it called out an absurdly precise fine of $1092.50!!  I can just imagine some administrative beancounter calculating that fine down to the penny! 

Blue Signs Mark the Free Town Docks

Absurdly Precise Fine: $1092.50!

It's too bad they don't allow overnight stays.  We would have gone to dinner, and maybe a play that was showing, spending our cruising dollars in their local economy.  But instead, since we don't like to anchor in strange places in the dark, we would have to shove off by 4:00.

But anyway, once ashore, we discovered that they were having a local festival called "A Taste of Georgetown".  Local restuarants had tables set up under a tent, and all up and down Main St, and you bought tickets which were used to buy samples of their food.  There was also live music provided.  We spent a pleasant afternoon listening, walking up and down the main drag, and had a good lunch at Grocho's Sandwich Shop.

Live Music

Afterwards, we cast off and anchored opposite the northernmost part of the waterfront.  Joan made another of her spetacular meals and we retired for the night.

Tomorrow, we would head for an anchorage just outside of McClellenville, and the following day into Charleston.

Life is good.