Stayed at the Harborwalk Marina in Georgetown, SC. A view of their board walk in downtown. It was here over beers that our boating neighbors from Charleston and now Georgetown, Ron and Janie (their boat's name is Rachael) shared their warnings about the "river rocks" which we would be facing on the next leg of our journey.
There are 18 nautical miles on the Little River referred to as "The Rockpile". Some boaters prefer navigating it during low tide so they can see the rock ledges on either side. Others prefer high tide to have the most water underneath them. We made it through the first 14 miles during high tide without incident. We were now entering "THE DANGER ZONE" - the last 4 miles. What makes this section treacherous is that the river runs tight and is curvy. Running into a commercial vessel in this section especially a tug pushing a barge can become a nail biting experience. Our instructions were to do one thing and one thing only when running the ditch (aka rockpile) - stay in the middle, not to the left and not to the right, just stay in the middle. And so we did. And so we made it. Phew - Cocktails anyone?
Past the "rockpile" there is no fear. Just gorgeous houses here.
And another one with a different style.
More river living at it's finest.
Barrel tile roofs - common in high-end homes in Florida.
Yikes!! Couldn't they tell from the first paint stroke of Pepto Bismol that this was all wrong? They couldn't even stop at the house. They extended the assault of bad taste right down to the water - dock and boathouse!!
It is just not neighborly, especially....
if you live in this beauty right across the river from it!
Now, I could live here.
I like the widows peak. I wonder how many times they've been up there?
An inlet to/from the Atlantic Ocean giving the intracoastal waterway a beautiful shade of blue.
I like the style.
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