Isle of Palms
Monday, April 10 and Wednesday, April 11
We left Isle of Hope around 7:40 AM and traveled 67 miles to an Anchorage called Patriot Lucy. John and I love to anchor and after cruising 65.2 miles we got to this Anchorage around 4:20 in the afternoon. One of the things that we enjoy doing after a long cruising day and after having set the anchor is enjoying our first beer on the back deck and talking about how the day went. Anchoring can be so much easier than pulling into a marina. John works the anchor and Windlass while I drive the boat to the spot that we want to anchor. Most of the time I am the one who finds the anchorages after reading all kinds of comments on Garmin Blue Chart. This is an app that we use to help us navigate the waterway and find marinas and Anchorages.
We left our Anchorage at Patriot Lucy around 8:00 and arrived at Isle of Palms just passed Charleston at around 4:20 PM. They put us on the fuel dock since we arrived so late and that was the only space they had that was big enough for our boat. That day we traveled 65 miles through Ashepoo CoosoCut, Mud Flats, Elliotts Cut and the Charleston Harbor. It was hard not to stop at Charleston again since this is one of my favorite towns. As we were traveling through the narrow waterway just passed Charlestown going to Isle of Palms, we saw that the water was getting very shallow. We need to remember to travel through that area at high tide.
Narrow and shallow waterway
Fred Olverson’s boat, Freddie Bear was traveling behind us and we had to warn him about a few shallow spots. When we got to Isle of Palms we met some fellow loopers from the boat Tranquility 3.
Just as we are getting ready to go out to dinner, a little boat came in needing fuel. The dockhands had shut everything down for the night but they knew he was in trouble so they helped him out. As he attempted to start his engines to leave, the engines wouldn’t start. The man had just bought the boat that day and was cruising down south with it with his wife and two children. John helped and brought out his heavy duty jumper cables to help the man start the boat. It was dusk and he decided he was going to go all the way down to Charleston in the dark with the boat that’s battery was weak and he had no reservations at any of the marinas. John and I just shook our heads and I said a prayer that they would make it somewhere safely for the evening for the kids sake. That evening we stayed at the marina and ate at Morgan Creek Grill. It was expensive and wasn’t very good.
