We didn't have to vacate our dock at the marina until noon, so Jessica had time to go home and pack for the voyage to Beaufort and we had time for one more bike ride. We viewed Charleston's other river, the Cooper, from the pavilion where we once enjoyed Thanksgiving. That year we hadn't planned ahead and had to feast at a picnic table on turkey subs with Crispy Cream donuts for dessert. It was actually alright. This year's feast for boaters at St Mary's sounds like more fun.
Beaufort (that's Bewfort, SC) was home for four nights, since we wanted to be securely anchored for the passage of Hurricane Ida. It was mostly a non-event with winds of around 25 knots. It would have been dreary with two days of rain, except we discovered old boater friends anchored nearby who happened to have a car. We hadn't been in a car in a month and made the most of it. First we delivered Jessica to the bus station, then made all the provisioning and shopping and eating stops. Our friends had to locate a marina to store their boat for the month of December, so we got to tour the gated island of Dataw. The next day we piled even more people into the car and cruised (in the land sense of the word) around again. We walked and biked every minute it didn't rain and got our fill of the historical neighborhood. Pat Conroy is legendary here, just missed a book signing by a few days at the local store. I bought his book "The Water is Wide" about his year as a teacher on Dafuskie Island, our next stop down the way. He didn't bother signing the cheap paperback copies.
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