Well - for those of you who follow us regularly, you are probably wondering what the heck.  We ended up at Bald Head Island until yesterday morning.  We both had a fair bit of work to catch up on and the place was so lovely, we just stayed.  Greg joked with the Dockmaster that we were just going to live there from now on.  But - travels called us, so off we went yesterday morning.

The day was spent between beaches and beautiful homes lining the waterway.  Sharon started taking pictures of all the huge houses and we commented that the building industry is definitely booming in South Carolina.  New house after new house, large house after large house - all along North Myrtle and Myrtle Beach areas.  Pretty amazing.

For my mom!

Then, we got to the Waccamaw River.  We knew it would be a pretty long day until we reached an appropriate anchorage.  Even though the waterway was lined with marinas, we didn't want to stay in a marina again right away.  So - it's 6:30, the sun has set, we creep into this very small creek and tried to set the anchor - not working!  So, we continued up the creek which connected back to another leg of the creek and what do we pass, but a sunken sailboat - all we could see was the rigging sticking out of the water and someone had hung a skeleton with a pirate's scarf around its head to the mast.  (uh - maybe this wasn't such a great idea?)  Not to be shaken, we kept going and once the river widened out, we dropped the hook again.  This time, Sharon backed down on it so hard, the stern of the boat actually lifted out of the water.  Greg said - I think we're good!  We were the only ones in the river, it was very dark once the daylight finally left the sky and we had one of the quietest nights so far.

Socaste Swing Bridge - the last bridge before we anchored

The little house the bridge tender works in

Water Hyacinth caught by the anchor chain

In the morning, we had floating vegetation attached to our anchor.  Water Hyacinth - apparently an invasive species that has really overtaken many lakes and creeks in the Carolinas.  We had to dodge floating clumps of it all the way down the river.  The river winds back and forth and is lined with some of the most beautiful scenery in this part of the world. Lots of cypress dripping with spanish moss.  Quite pretty!  Our day ended at a marina in Georgetown, South Carolina.  A lovely small waterside town, except when the wind blows the wrong way from the paper mill.....

We will be here at least a day or two - work again!  Greg hates the weather - sunshine, warm days, cool nights - terrible stuff!