Not your typical tourists
Do you want to know the first clue that Rebecca and I are not typical tourists? Here it is… the main thing we want to do in Charleston is laundry. Yes, sorry kids, it’s unexciting but true.
Departing our anchorage in Awendaw Creek at first light.
When we arrived there we had the place all to ourselves.
This dolphin came to see us off on our journey to Charleston. Thanks buddy!
Months ago, back in the Erie Canal, we met our friend Tom who raved about Charleston. Since that time we have heard nothing but good comments, over and over, on how we can’t pass up seeing this city. Almost 100% of those recommendations though came with the comment “you must go to this restaurant” or “you must eat here.” Let there be no confusion… we love that feedback and appreciate it greatly! We know all too well though that we have gone quite a bit overboard on our entertainment expenses since departing and are now trying our best to be a bit more frugal. Even staying in a marina, which when compared to a typical city hotel room is no doubt cheap, is money that we don’t wish to, or need to spend.
When going under bridges one needs to pay attention to these signs. I think this bridge is listed on the charts as having 65 feet of clearance. The boards say otherwise.
A camper-barge. Cool!
And here we thought our Halloween decoration was good.
Yesterday we rolled into Charleston and found a place to anchor (read free!) amidst a number of other boats, just in front of the city marina. We have plenty of swing room and our anchor is well set, which is a good thing because there is a wicked current flowing through here. So much so that I was a bit concerned that if our dinghy engine died while going ashore, we would be washed out to sea, unable to row against it. Fortunately Tohatsu-sama continues to behave since having his carb cleaned.
As we moved into position to drop our anchor in the opening that we spied, Rebecca called to me at the bow, pointing to the boat directly in front of us. The sailboat’s name is Ruth and it belonged to our dock neighbors back at Collins Bay Marina. Last year our friends Jennifer and Al set sail from Kingston, heading south. Before making it to Florida, they concluded that at least one of them was not of the sailboat-type so they sold Ruth and ended up buying a trawler, a vessel now named Close Knit. What a coincidence!
Hello again s/v Ruth.
After a bit of time getting settled in and making sure our boat was safe in that spot, we ventured ashore, taking our dinghy to the free dock at the city marina. We quickly found the laundromat right there in the marina facility. We’ll get to that mission today. Next we analyzed a map at a bus stop and now with some clue as to which direction to proceed, we set off on foot exploring, heading across town towards where we assumed the action might be.
Note: We have done this in the past but neglected to do it yesterday and it’s too bad because it would have helped: without a paper map in hand, take a photograph of the bus-stop map. You can then zoom in on it with your camera to view where you are if needed later on.
We ended up walking all the way to the Charleston Maritime Centre where our friends on Cara Mia had been staying. Sadly they had already departed. We enjoyed our 3-hour walk, admiring the beautiful architecture but were also happy to make it back to the boat without spending a penny. We were tempted to stop at the marina bar for a drink, as they advertised an outdoor patio with a view. We quickly concluded that our outdoor patio offered a better view of the action and additionally, our bar was well stocked with all of our favorite beverages. 🙂
Another pic of a church… I just love the architecture.
Tempted? Yes, but I don’t think so.