On the fifth day of our trip, the plan was to leave the marina at Osprey Marina and motor south in the ICW to Charleston, SC.
Everything we planned to do that day was accomplished except the getting to Charleston, SC part.
This was taken as we left the Osprey Marina. You can see the entrance channel to the marina in the upper right of the photo. Imagine trying to find that at night.
Also in this photo, you can see a fair amount of white smoke wafting from the stern. Now, in retrospect, it seems obvious to me that the starboard engine was doing the smoking, and the port engine wasn’t.
In a twin engine boat, when one engine is doing something that the other one isn’t, that’s usually a bad thing. I was tired, we were in a hurry, and I was just generally suffering from a lingering cranio-rectal inversion, and the significance of this smoke totally escaped me.
But not for long.
We figured that as remote as Osprey Marina had been, there was a pretty slim chance of going back there and finding a mechanic, so we decided to press on to Georgetown, where we were sure we could at least buy a radiator cap. I won’t go into the details of that little adventure, but if you haven’t already read it, you can find a blow-by blow in Day 5.
but after an hour or so, when it got to slack tide, Magic Carpet was resting comfortably at the dock while we played Mr. Fix-It in the engine room.
I just noticed in this photo that when I put the the antennas on the boat up, I got them crooked. I need to get better about that. Boaters like to have all their things sticking straight up. I mean, …oh, never mind.
We’d had enough of my “mystery meat” meals by then, so we decided to go to a restaurant next to the marina for dinner. Had an excellent seafood dinner, a cold beer, and then it was a short walk back to the boat for a quick look at tomorrow’s charts.
It was going to be a day later than planned, but we were pretty sure we’d be in Charleston the next night. Turns out, we were right.