Friday, November 29, 2013

Log Book: November 23rd

Conditions: 55 degrees, rainy
Location: Bull Creek

As it turned out The Rockpile was no big deal. The canal was very narrow but plenty deep enough. It rained for most of the day. Dad and I stayed cozy and dry under the cockpit cover and it stood up nicely to the most rain we've seen so far. Through the rain we were able to catch glimpses of the houses situated on the hill above the canal. Most were huge Mediterranean style mansions with red terra cotta roofs, unlike anything you would expect to find in South Carolina. Then we came upon an unfinished development. The development houses were tall, skinny town houses that you would see in the city, so close to each other that they could see into their neighbors living room. The town houses were even more out of place here than the California mansions. There was so much land around them one could hardly see the need to choose their neighbor's living room for a good view. 
Past the rockpile and down Waccamaw River we could relax. The rain even let up for a bit. The Waccamaw was wide and deep. It would have been easy to navigate except for the large clumps of swamp bushes, called floating hyacinth. Hyacinth is generally chunks of leafy stuff that floats out of the swamp. They were all over the place. It wasn't that we couldn't hit them, we hit plenty of them, but you just never know what's inside of those bushes. Eventually some natives showed us how to navigate the hyacinth, you just run them right over. We learned this from the father-son duo wake boarding down the river. Don't be jealous, it was cold and they were crazy, although it did look fun. We stopped for the night in Bull Creek, about twenty miles from Georgetown. It was already cold but when the sun went down it was icy. Dad turned the cabin heater on first thing and we settled down with hot chocolate. After traveling all day in the cold it becomes very hard to motivate yourself to do anything but sleep, even eating is a struggle. We skipped dinner promising each other a big breakfast in the morning. With only twenty miles between us and Georgetown we wouldn't have to depart the creek very early and could sleep in. 

Spotted: boat bus (last picture)

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