Day 40, Sunday, November 6, 2016
You can monitor my trip at the link: Second Winds Progress Live
Today was a super day.
Typically our layover days have been somewhat of a drag but today was
special. It was cold last night. I slept in my thermal underwear to keep warm. I arose at around 5:00 which turned out to be
4:00 because of the shift back to standard time. I fixed coffee and at left over cake for
breakfast. I typed my blog and by the
time I finished, I was uncomfortably cold.
So I crawled back under the covers and slept for another hour. I awoke to a dawning morning.
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| the Prince George Winyah Episcopal church |
I decided that since
all of my early morning chores were done, I would take a stroll through this
lovely town. I started out down a long
street lined with overhanging huge live oak trees. Dotted throughout were huge beautiful old
homes that were built by wealthy plantation owners. The pre-revolutionary war and antebellum
homes have been beautifully maintained.
I came across the Prince George Winyah Episcopal church which was built
about 1750 with bricks from the ballast from British ships. I wandered through the old cemetery that has
many tombstones dating in the early 1800s.
From there I walked
back to the historic main street in search for some fresh coffee to refill my
empty cup. I came upon Aunny’s
Restaurant. I went in to check it out
and found myself in a southern black restaurant. I asked to see the menu and ordered grits,
two eggs, two patties of sausage and toast.
The walls were covered with artwork and posters of local black artists. It was a really neat place with fast friendly
service and great food. When I got ready
to pay, I realized that I had walked away from the boat with absolutely no
money or wallet. I explained my
situation to the waitress and offered to leave my camera as collateral. She nicely agreed. When I returned she told me that she knew
that I would be back. Of course she did have my camera.
I spent the rest of the
morning visiting with friends of the group and I also sat in on a class on rope
splicing put on by one the fellows.
Later, a number of us
returned to the center of town where they were having a oyster roast. For $20.00 you could have all of the oysters
you could shuck and eat plus hotdogs, lemonade and water. The local Catholic Church had a beer booth
and some young ladies were selling baked goods as a fund raiser scholarships
for a local private school. It turned
out that all proceeds from the roast went to the fund. I spent an hour opening and eating steamed
oysters as fast as I could. When I got
to the point that I couldn’t stuff another oyster down my gullet, I sat at a
table with a large contingency from the rally.
After a while, the sponsors of the feast began carrying out large trays
of steam crabs. I was so full I couldn’t
partake in any.
At about 4:00 when the
event was winding down, I started back but somehow got sucked into Sweeties Ice
Cream Shop for another dip of sea salty caramel ice cream. When it melts and flows into your full
stomach, it quietly slides into the spaces between the chunks of oysters. So it’s OK.
Back at the boat, I
decided to take a shower. We have again
been advised to head out early in the morning to catch favorable tides. We will be stopping at an anchorage along the
Waterway tomorrow night. This is to
break up of a 60 plus mile jaunt to Charleston. Knowing that I won’t have internet service tomorrow,
I decided to do my writing this evening.
I hope to be in bed by
9:00.
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