We’ve heard over and over that there is no such thing as *planning* when it comes to boating. All your fine tuned plans can and will be thrown out the porthole in the blink of an eye. Weather, illness, mechanical issues can wreak havoc on plans. Hmmmm, do you see where I’m heading here?!?
Let me catch you up. Last week we were in Beaufort, South Carolina. Whatever you do, do not confuse Beaufort (as in Bew-fort), South Carolina with Beaufort (as in Boe-fort), North Carolina. I think to do so is a mortal sin…lol! When hailing the marina on the radio, I kept repeating to myself “don’t screw this up, Jill. Just remember Beautiful Beaufort”. Phew, I didn’t let myself down!
We spent two nights in Beaufort. It’s a charming little town, with lots of historical sites. The entire downtown is on the National Register of Historic Places. The waterfront is lined with 20 adorable swings. We were in the mooring field at the Downtown Marina of Beaufort, so we dinghied back and forth as needed. We did our own walking tour and saw historic homes, churches and other historical sites.
The homes and trees were breathtaking.
Beth Israel Synagogue built in 1908 is still an active congregation today with approximately 85 families.
The historic Tabernacle Baptist Church was built in 1840. Buried in the Tabernacle graveyard is Robert Smalls, an enslaved African American who escaped to freedom in a Confederate supply ship and eventually became a sea captain for the Union Navy. After the war, he became a successful businessman and politician.
The no see’ums were still relentless on our trip to Charleston and the bug posse grew to include the largest, biting horse flies. Ever. At this point, I’m in need of a blood transfusion. I have bites on top of bites, welts on top of welts. Captain has two bites…Grrrrr! On a positive note, my fly swatting skills are on point. Me-6, Flies-0.
Charleston – You’ve Been Good To Us
I lived in Charleston 34 years ago for one year, but to be honest, my 20’s are a blur so coming to Charleston was like visiting it for the first time. When I lived here, I worked for a man named Bill Regan (he always called me Miss Jill). He was the city attorney. After some googling, I found the building I worked in. I had hoped that seeing the building would jog my memory, but nothing! It is all still a blur. But, hey, this building I once worked in is the bomb!
The gardens, its single houses, and the historic churches that date back to 1734, all had me falling in love with this city.
St. Michael’s Episcopal Church was where George Washington and Robert E. Lee worshipped. Built in the 1750s, it is the oldest surviving religious structure.
Rainbow Row is the name for a series of thirteen colorful historic houses. The homes were restored in the 1930s and 1940s.
Stunning flower boxes were everywhere.
What I really fell in love with was the southern hospitality. It’s a REAL thing y’all!
One of the things we wanted to do while in Charleston was visit our friends, Brandy and John. We first met Brandy and John in North Palm Beach; they were our boat neighbors. They have a home on the ICW, so we were going to pull up to their dock and hang with them for a day…maybe two. Welp, here we are EIGHT days later and we’re still at their house. Yes, we are *those* friends that show up. AND. NEVER. LEAVE.
To back up a bit, we’ve been fighting a grey smoke issue for some time now and it’s been getting worse. Consensus was we were over-propped…basically the props are pushing too much water and overloading our engines. Sooooo, the boat was hauled out and the props went to a shop to get repitched. For the techie stuff, Rob promises to update his Captain’s Corner.
In the meantime, Brandy and John opened their beautiful home and hearts to us; which we are forever grateful! We were treated like rockstars! Dinners, drinks, carriage rides, but most of all friendship! God always has a way of putting you touch with the right people at the right time! I don’t know what we would’ve done without them. They are so incredibly genuine and have been so generous.
I had the privilege of touring Seabrook Plantation. I must have said “oh my gosh” a million times…what an experience! The house was built by William Seabrook in 1810 on 350 acres with magical views.
Good news for us (and for Brandy and John…lol)! The props are back and Nautilus is where she’s most happy…in the water!
Happy Easter and Happy Passover, everyone! May you be blessed with love and laughter! The Easter bunny will need to find me on the water as we are heading to Georgetown, South Carolina in the morning.
Over and Out!
xo, The Admiral