Picture time

Here are the pictures, as promised. We are anchored at Georgetown, SC for a couple of days before we slowly make our way down to Charleston for a few more days. The anchorage is calm, the town is super cute, but nobody mentions the enormous scrap yard/heavy industry clanking on the other side of the little bay. There, I mentioned it.

Also, it was pointed out to me that it might seem like I’m complaining about the heat. Nothing could be further from the truth. All I’m doing is observing the heat. When I heard from our pal Jim that the temperature in Maine just broke 50 this morning as he was driving to court, I had nothing but sympathy. (When I heard from our tenants that the boiler in the house is broken and the temps are dropping to 32 tonight, I felt even worse. Turns out the necessary part is not going to arrive until tomorrow at the soonest.)

Ellen, Moss, and I are enjoying free wifi at an ice cream shop in lovely downtown Georgetown. Having a snack while we wait until it’s a reasonable hour to eat dinner.

We sailed down here from Murrells Inlet today and had another delightful reach out on the ocean before coming up the river to start a couple of weeks on the ICW. We’re heading to Charleston over the next few days and then to Hilton Head to meet my parents in the middle of the month.

Anyway, enjoy the pictures.

Cape Lookout, NC lighthouse.

Cape Lookout, NC lighthouse.

Ocean side of Cape Lookout.

Ocean side of Cape Lookout.

Ellen’s friend Pablo.

Ellen’s friend Pablo.

And the original.

And the original.

Dolphin buddies.

Dolphin buddies.

Pretzels: a delicious offshore treat.

Pretzels: a delicious offshore treat.

Ditch bag contents. WHERE ARE THE FLARES?

Ditch bag contents. WHERE ARE THE FLARES?

Offshore sunset.

Offshore sunset.

Wiped out.

Wiped out.

Cute little Murrells sailboat.

Cute little Murrells sailboat.

Georgetown Inlet islet.

Georgetown Inlet islet.

Moss took a selfie in the murky swirly ICW water. This stuff is extra nasty because it’s still runoff from hurricane Florence.

Moss took a selfie in the murky swirly ICW water. This stuff is extra nasty because it’s still runoff from hurricane Florence.

The ladies and Mr. Flowerpot at Bird Island, NC (near Little River Inlet).

The ladies and Mr. Flowerpot at Bird Island, NC (near Little River Inlet).

Scary scary at the gas dock.

Scary scary at the gas dock.

We were beset by little biting flies until Ellen the Fly Ninja came to our rescue.

We were beset by little biting flies until Ellen the Fly Ninja came to our rescue.

Ellen tried to take a picture of a Pittsburgh Steelers banner in the background. But she succeeded in taking a picture of her ruggedly good looking husband.

Ellen tried to take a picture of a Pittsburgh Steelers banner in the background. But she succeeded in taking a picture of her ruggedly good looking husband.

Our placid Little River anchorage.

Our placid Little River anchorage.

Gator killers.

Gator killers.

Look at all the birds lined up on the dock, waiting to poop on the space ship.

Look at all the birds lined up on the dock, waiting to poop on the space ship.

Bird island buddies.

Bird island buddies.

And of course, a selfie.

And of course, a selfie.