Thursday, April 29, 2010

Can you get seasick tied up to a dock?

Or is is "docksick"?

Jim and Susan greet us in Charleston.
I almost found out when we were tied to a dock in Charleston Harbor at Patriots' Point. Last Saturday night, the wind started honkin' (Captain Pete's term for gusts of 30+ knots). We cancelled our tee-time due to the rain, but the wind never let up for three days. Waves were crashing over the dock as the time approached that afternoon for Jim Brinkley to pick us up for a stay with Susan and him in their almost new home on the Wando River. Nothing like putting on foul weather gear just to get off MicMac and make our way off the docks.

We really enjoyed our visit with the Brinkleys, and their elegant and quiet guest room too, especially without waves crashing against a hull. This was our view of the marsh the next morning. Pete and Jim shared some stories of high school days in Columbia that neither of their wives had heard before.

Jim loaned us his car for the day so that we could visit Pete's parents in Columbia. Then back to MicMac for docktails. Jim and Susan were real sailors as we rocked and rolled at the docks, with waves again crashing over the dock. Just as we adjusted to land legs, we had to rev up for sea legs again.

After another night of honkin' winds, we left Charleston Harbor behind (goodbye Fort Sumpter) and headed to Minim Creek, a quiet little anchorage at last.

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