By the next night we made it as far as somewhere just off the Edisto River. Dinner was citrus marinade chicken cooked off of the back of boat. I'm out of practice, so some of it was Pittsburgh style, which is not really appropriate for chicken. At least there was a beautiful sunset.
The next day was going to be a short one so we slept in a little. We got stuck at a bridge just east of Charleston. Apparently the hours had changed last March, and now it only opens on the bottom of hour, which of course we had missed by a few minutes.
The engine hesitated a couple times on our way to Charleston. We turned on the auxiliary fuel pump and it didn't do it again, but this was a warning. We realized we hadn't changed the Racor fuel filters since Marathon, which was now almost two years ago. Time to do that again before we leave Charleston.
In Charleston we had a slip reserved at the mega dock, named that for good reasons. It's almost 2000 feet long and fuel is available anywhere down the length. To make it more friendly there were greeting ducks. That river cruise boat, the Independence, beat us here again from Beaufort.
We made a list and turned out we had a lot to do while we were here. Work, work , work.
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