5/17/10 – Charleston, South Carolina

We began our 69 mile trip at 7 a.m. and again made our way through miles and miles of marshland with Indian names for rivers, creeks, islands, and cut-offs like: Ashepoo, Coosaw, Toogoodoo, Stono, Wadmalaw and Wappoo. We continued to see many dolphins who played in our wake and often dove underneath our bow. So far, they have proved elusive to George T. and his cameras, as they seem to hide as soon as he picks one up. It started to drizzle as we approached Charleston and the wind was blowing in the upper teens, however, Captain George was able to bring us safely into the dock at Charleston City Marina with the assistance of his capable crew and a quick-moving dockhand. Though again we had a swift running current here, the wind eventually died down, and we had a pleasant evening with a pork chop dinner aboard.