Georgetown
The 3rd oldest town in South Carolina, behind Charleston and Beaufort, is Georgetown. It’s the 2nd largest seaport, behind Charleston, with a history of transporting indigo, rice and later timber from the area. With its population of less than 10,000, it’s a lovely, quaint and historic waterfront community. We had not intentionally set out to visit Georgetown since we had hoped to make a much bigger offshore passage up to the Cape Fear area. Weather, however, dictated that we take a detour up the ICW to this cute little town. Again, we left Isle of Palms before the sun and took 9 hours to go ~47nm to arrive at the HarborWalk Marina.
Our stay at Harborwalk Marina was just perfect. The bathrooms and showers were very clean and spacious. The laundry room and lounge areas were also well kept and updated. The staff was very helpful during our stay, especially when we had to add time to our visit due to weather. It is also nicely located right at the end of the town boardwalk area, so we were super close to food and sightseeing.
We spent a nice, lowkey week in Georgetown getting to know the area. The historic downtown area consists of one small main street and about 4 blocks deep of historic residences. It didn’t take much time to soak in all the history and beauty of the area between rain/thunderstorms.
We enjoyed wandering through the shops and restaurants along the boardwalk. There were multiple places with interesting food menus and we even found a local shop, the Indigo Mercantile, doing a wine tasting.
We did take advantage of the rainy and muggy weather to stay inside the boat and just veg out for a bit. It had been a while since we just sat and watched our favorite shows on tv and played video games. Recharging time is important but that also meant that I got behind on writing the blog…sigh.
Since the stormy afternoon/evening weather wasn’t letting up, we continued to plan our next passage to go up the ICW toward our 7th state, North Carolina. Skål!
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Fairy Tale of My Life: An Autobiography
