Every now and then you have one of those days that for years to come you'll say to your friends, "Do you remember that day when...?" Today was a day like that for the Wafflers.
It started as an easy day down the Intracoastal Waterway. It is a very scenic way to get around on the water, full of interesting wild birds and other sorts of fauna. It is not without risk, however. Good charts are necessary, and a sharp eye to deal with the vagaries of navigation that exist there. So when the crew of the Galatea lost their GPS, they were right to be worried. They considered returning to Charleston, but then remembered they had been passed by a scurvy looking crew earlier, and still had that very boat in sight. They hailed The Black Dog on the radio, explaining their situation to us and asking if they could follow us to Beaufort. And that is how Dave and Debbie came to know the Wafflers.
We saw them safely to the city marina, and after dropping a hook, we dropped by The Galatea (a lovely and apt name for a sail boat) to see if further assistance was needed. They graciously invited us aboard for a cocktail. We all swapped sea stories over wine, and we let them know of all the Waffler approvied eateries in the town. We hope that we have convinced them to extend their stay to take in some the local culture here in Beaufort.
And, oh yeah, we got a little sunburn too.