32 37.188 N
80 23.728 W
Farewell |
Pilot Boat |
On the approach to the Ben Sawyer bridge a large trawler (58' as it turned out) came out of a creek and plonked its wide ass right in the middle of the channel and stopped. I called them on the radio to "state your intentions" and the answer was not too helpful but nevertheless the moment passed. However, since we both traveled at about the same speed we ended up spending a lot of the day in their company. The convoy "adopted" a motoring sail boat in about the same way, and it turned out we all had the same plan to anchor in the South Edisto River. Once we were settled into the anchorage the invitations went out on the radio and we all gathered on the big boat for drinks and appetizers. We just got back, and it was fun.
The anchorage |
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