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April 6 - 8 / Day 320 - 322 / Beaufort to Charleston / 65.5 NM


Friday 4/06   Our original plan was to spend another full day here in Beaufort, but Saturday's weather is not looking condusive for a long day of travel.  We decided to make a run for Charleston, SC today and left our dock at 7:30.  Loopers Lady Bug led the way and Seaquest & Ned Pepper followed us.  Our caravan took us 7 hours to reach St. John's Yacht Harbor Marina; it's a beautiful facility just outside of town but really no where to walk to from here. 
Approaching St. John's Yacht Harbor



Alice called the City Marina (tomorrow's destination) to confirm our reservation and had a nice chat with Tray.  After the phone call Tray called back and "even though this sounds weird" highly recommend we dine at the Fat Hen just down the road.  Well our chicken wasn't fully defrosted for our planned dinner on board and how often does a perfect stranger call you back with an unsolicited restaurant endorsement.  We called to see I'df we could get a reservation at the Fat Hen and were told 8:45 (too close to Looper midnight time of 9:00).  Fat Hen indicated if we made it down there earlier and were willing to sit at the bar they'd make it happen. . .and they did just that.  We got one seat at the bar next to a couple leaving shortly.  We figured out while talking to this local couple that they saw us go by there house earlier today "four trawlers in a row".  We had a drink, ordered dinner and some other folks sat down beside us and we had a  great time getting to know them as well.  Southern manners and friendliness. . .cant beat it.  The food and service was fantastic; Tray did us right by that recommendation. 





Saturday 4/07 We have a very short run this morning over to Charleston City Marina.  We received a call from them that we could come over after 10:00.  We left the dock about 9:45 and took about an hour to get over there.  It is a huge marina with a number of very large boats.  The largest privately owned yacht, Athena at 295 feet, is often docked here.  We are tied up behind a 100' Swan sailboat called Red Sky (it can be yours for $3.45 million). 
Charleston, SC



Observer was put on the outside of the marina's Megadock.  It was a great view, but very rolly from all the passing boat traffic

Our boat neighbor, Red Sky, a 100' swan sailboat on the market for 3.45 million

We last saw this schooner three years ago n Vineyard Haven
We settled in grabbed Millie and went exploring in town.  Once again, very cool downtown properties and trees.  






We found a great spot 'Queen Street Grocery' where we shared a fabulous salad and grilled Italian sandwich.  Millie met a friend Frankie (6 mo. old Labradoodle who the owners call Frank when they really want his attention or Frances when it's real serious).  

Dining al fresco with Millie outside the Queen Street Grocery watching these go by.
We walked over to King Street doing some window shopping when the beginning of the predicted bad weather started.  We hi-tailed it back to the boat.  We spent the rest of the day on board and grilled up some chicken on the grill.
The pouring rain

This photo, taken of a submerged sailboat in the middle of the harbor, was taken off our starboard side during the storm.

Sunday 4/08 Sunny but cool 45 degrees.  We got a ride to the local grocery store by the marina courtesy shuttle and did our provisioning.  Charleston has 'Second Sunday' every month and it's today.  They close King Street to pedestrian traffic only and it's a festive atmosphere through out where stores bring many goods outside, al fresco dining, street performers, food trucks and lots of people like us walking their dogs on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  It was a great time. 







At 4:30 the Local yacht broker St. Barts hosted docktails right near our marina for all Loopers in the area.  We must have had 40 of us their as well as some of the staff from the AGLCA.  We caught up with old friends and met many new Loopers - thank you St. Bart's!
St. Bart's Docktail party for Loopers 

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