Sunday, May 20, 2012

We woke up to Tropical Storm warnings for Alberto. A number of boats heading north were waiting for the storm to move out of the area. The wind was blowing a pretty steady 20 knots and I was concerned about getting out of our slip. The wind wanted to blow us into an 85 foot private yacht on our starboard side. After reviewing the storm track and talking to the marina staff, we decided to head for Georgetown, SC. 'We had a window of about a half hour where there wouldn't be much current, since high tide was at 8:30 a.m. The marina had a skiff docked behind us that was in our way. One of the dockhands took the skiff and kept it between me and the 85 foot yacht. We were able to clear the yacht and the end of the dock without assistance, but it was nice to have help, just in case. We were on our way at 8:40 a.m. As we crossed Charlston Harbor, we had a very rocky ride until we turned north by Fort Sumter. We took down the flags because the incessant flapping was annoying and we were afraid they would just be shredded anyway. As the day progressed the sun came out and the winds started to subside by early afternoon. Around 1 p.m. I called the Georgetown Marina to reserve a slip for the night and asked about their wind. Only 10 knots out of the north. We arrived at 5 p.m. and walked into Georgetown. We met a local who were on their evening walk. They gave us a brief historical overview of the town. They said Georgetown had more revolutionary era homes still in existence than Charlston or Williamsburg. It was a very quaint town, but as has been our experience, southern towns are pretty dead on Sunday nights. There was a very good restaurant open on the town wharf where we had an excellent meal.