Another day, another port.
Bluffton, a little way south of
Beaufort, is another coastal town in South Carolina's Lowcountry that
has been invaded by tourism: high rises, glitzy cafes and coffee
shops, inflated prices (though still a third of the DC area). On the water, however, one can still capture
the magic of the meandering river, golden sunsets over the marsh, and
oyster beds at low tide.
Below, our journey past Hilton Head and
coming to rest in Bluffton, where we will enjoy oysters and turkey on Thanksgiving.
Hilton Head: let's protect our
precious national shoreline with some basic construction materials, right on the waterfront, and make sure the riffraff can't get access to the beaches—ooh,
don't get me started again on that rant!
This hurricane damage is for the
birds; in addition to boats in backyards, hundreds of docks and piers
lost their floors and railings
Echo II dockside at a Barrow
cousin's house in the May River; waiting for Thanksgiving
A little meander by kayak along a
tidal creek (pronounced “crick”) draped with Spanish moss; the reeds are extra dry due to lack of rain since Hurricane Matthew
Placid waters reflect the craftsmanship of a traditional wooden skiff owned by friend (and
distant cousin) George on the dock next door to ours
How many engineers does it take to
erect a mast and sail on a catboat? How about a carpenter, a restaurateur, and a lawyer? (George, Andy, and Pope on George's dock in
Bluffton)
Pope demonstrates the latest Coast Guard safety technology--especially important for engine-less boats. Yelling helps too.
The catboat's maiden sunset sail.
The boat was a birthday present to Bluffton neighbor Andy from his
wife Ellen. Coincidentally, it was purchased from Beaufort resident
Bill, whom Pope and I visited earlier this week.
Sunset arrives early in autumn and every day is a kaleidoscope of hues
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