White knuckle time. The is the chart screen which shows the depth under the bottom of our boat in the upper left corner. This means that there was about 3 inches under our boat as we passed by. At one point, the chart read minus one foot which meant either our sensor was off or we were dredging the ICW for the state of South Carolina.
This is what it looked like as we went by:
Tides average 7 to 10 feet in these here parts. These photos were taken as we went by at the time of the chart reading. In the end, all you can do is go down the middle and have an intense session of mind over matter.
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Speaking of tides, here are some results...
This is a 48-foot sport fish power boat that sank recently in Bull Creek, South Carolina, where we anchored one night. The Coast Guard told me that whatever happens to this wreck is now up to EPA.
Dealing with wrecks in waterways is complicated. They mostly get left there until they fall apart because there is no landfill for boats. They become part of the scenery while EPA writes another report.
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The highs: a night in Bull Creek...
This is supposed to be what cruising is like. A quiet gunk hole with absolutely no civilization. A night at anchor in total darkness. Disorienting when there are no lights to relate to. Reminded me a little of crossing the Bahama Bank where there are also no lights from buoys, cars, restaurants, anything. Does a human exist where there is no light?
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Waterway real estate...
Probably a fire.
Not easy to build.
Cheaper seats.
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A sight to remind us we do exist...
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Postscripts:
The bar at Myrtle Beach Yacht Club.
Late report: Remember the farm-sitting we did? Well, unfortunately a stray dog got into the turkeys and killed 76 of them. This is what farmers have to put up with. All that work raising the chickens, cows, corn, beans, whatever, can be wiped out by Mother Nature. And to think that I'm complaining about the tides. -- Vicki
That's all folks.
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