In to Marsh Harbor

We knew we had to get going early to leave the May River and Bluffton with the current and not against it, so after a lite pre-breakfast of pop tarts and coffee, we pulled up the anchor and headed back for the intracoastal. Later, over eggs and ham, we pondered our next destination.

We had another day to enjoy, however the starter motor for the diesel was becoming an increasing concern. When we started our trip, the engine would start right up when cold, however when it was hot, it required a couple of taps on the starter motor to get going. By Wednesday, we always had to tap the starter motor,  hot or cold. So it was getting worse. We made a decision to get it to Marsh Harbor a little early, before the starter motor had its last start.

We had a leisurely motor up north. Once again, the wind was against us. We had a near miss at a fixed bridge just south of Beaufort that took a little of my confidence away at the helm, but Bob made me get back on the horse, and take the helm over for entering and tying up at Marsh Harbor.

We got in without major incident. We got stuck in the mud while tying up along side another boat, but that was because we misunderstood them on the phone about when the lowest tide would be.  However we floated free very quickly.  The boat will remain in Marsh Harbor for a while receiving much deserved maintenance.

Bob's father, Clive,  picked us up and took us to pick up a rental car, and we then retreated to the Greaves Residence to clean up a bit.  While there I enjoyed one of Clive s famous martinis, complete with lemon from their own garden! We would all do well to remember the maxim "a proper martini starts with a well chilled glass".

We shared a nice dinner with Clive and Jennifer at Fuji, a little Japanese place in Beaufort that they enjoy.  The food was good, and the company beyond compare. Sadly it had to end, and Bob and I set out back for Charleston. 

The trip went by quickly,  and upon our return, we were greeted by our adoring public (you know who you are). We enjoyed some refreshment and played with the cats for a bit. I wowed the crowd with pictures of my sister's new foster,  Prince. Everyone thought he was cute,  and speculated on his breed. Ronda made a wonderful concoction out of Chambord and other items, which she is calling Jay''s delight until  someone tells her different.  This could be the next Thanksgiving cocktail.

We have a few minor boat related projects tomorrow, and I am looking forward to having some time on Saturday to bum around Charleston with Ronda (Lost Dog here we come), but sadly, we close the log on another Black Dog adventure.