Cruising down the ICW from Osprey Marina in Myrtle Beach, we were amazed at the wall-to-wall McMansions on both sides of the canal.  On the sea side, there were virtually no trees - such opulence in the middle of desolation - why?

Fortunately, the woods and marshes began to dominate the environment and with them, our animal friends.

One of many magnificent ospreys that fished for their dinner as we cruised south.

Myrtle Mary, cousin to Noah Egret, perches on a piling behind our boat at the Myrtle Beach Yacht Club.

Tyrone P. Boxturtle begs for food by the swim platform.

Here's one bald eagle who hasn't heard about the easy pickin's inSauk City!

Some McMansions actually enjoyed lawns and trees.

A shrimper with mechanical problems greets us as we pull into Georgetown harbor, where we moored for the night.

Beautiful antebellum homes line the streets in Georgetown.

Plantation owners needed houses in town to conduct business, entertain friends and neighbors, and introduce their daughters to society.

The old clock tower now serves as the Rice Museum, as Georgetown's original products were rice and indigo.

Lucky quenches his thirst at the old horse fountain.

We have had terrific luck in finding excellent and economical marinas.  Myrtle Beach Yacht Club (Little River) was friendly and gave us a really good rate.  Osprey (Socastee) was beautiful, well-kept, and quiet, with excellent prices.  It would also make a great place to hide from a hurricane.

Moored out for th.e second night, we chose Price Creek, an inlet that leads directly to the ocean - beautiful

Chef Boyardee Hanson prepares his specialty, cheese omelets, for breakfast.

"Oh crap - did I hear the engines start again?"

Charleston skyline on the horizon.

 One of two old gaff-riggers that serve as kid camps in the summer and on the weekends.

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