Another 65-mile day, arrived in Georgetown at about 4:30, just as it was starting to rain. We fought deer flies (or yellow flies) all the way up the "ditch" (the intracoastal waterway, which we're following north). This is the second cruising day we've "enjoyed" their company. The first, on the way to Charleston from Beaufort, we killed at least 67 of them (Beth killed 66 of those, Bill killed a few more but didn't keep count.) Today, Bill was our dragon slayer, since my arm felt like it was going to fall off from all that killing two days ago. Amazingly, they seem to disappear just as we arrive at our destination. How do they know?
We were preparing to anchor, and spending a fair amount of time trying to set it in a place where we wouldn't be in the way of private moorings or other boats, but would have enough room to swing at the tide change. After 3 attempts, a man called out from one of the bars on shore that we could tie up at the mooring right behind us. Hallelujah! Needless to say, once on the mooring we dinghied into the bar - the Big Tuna - to say thanks. It was a great, very jumpin' place on an early Saturday evening, and we had some terrific food (calamari and seared ahi tuna) and a couple of beers for a grand total of under $30. It's later now - just about 9 PM, and the whole wharf is active. Lots of live music, lots of people having a good time. Definitely a partying town!
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