Friday – August 30th: Murrells Inlet, SC

South Carolina's Cypress Swamp

South Carolina’s Cypress Swamp

This was an interesting day with beautiful weather – again. We went 40 miles through probably the most boring section of the ICW, and entered into one of the prettiest sections of the ICW. We left a beautiful anchorage at Bird Island, entered into a boring stretch through Myrtle Beach, and finally entered into a splendid section of old Cypress tree swamp.

I say “Myrtle Beach”, but there is really a combination of communities we passed through. There were a few nice marinas, a good number of big houses, occasionally a glimpse of a golf course, and the back side of many sundry businesses. For the most part, the ICW is just a man-made ditch along here. We did find a good place to stop called “Doc’s Holiday Marina”. We were only there for about an hour, but I would recommend it to anyone needing to stop in this vicinity. The big reason to stop here is a West Marine within a quarter mile – easy walk – of the marina. Also, a Food Lion grocery store. Well protected, floating docks, nice people, lots of restaurants. The dockmaster was especially nice to not charge us for our stop.

Near the end of the day, the canal gives way to the “Waccamaw River”, a cypress swamp and wilderness. We finally stopped for the night in a very secluded horse shoe bend called “Cows House Creek”. Just a short dinghy ride back to the Waccamaw is a marina and the “K-Rae’s” restaurant. First, the place had a boat ramp where we could go ashore to walk Annie. In case you had never thought about it – there is just no place to walk a dog in a Cypress swamp. Second, K-Rae’s had live entertainment that sounded good, and the place was crowded. So, the three of us stopped in for a beer (two for beer, one for water). Well, since the place was packed, the beer was cold, the music was good – we decided to have dinner. My burger was really good, and Paula’s Fish & Chips had (her words) the best fried fish she had ever had. Another great place to stop!

That night, just a quarter mile away, up Cow Head Creek, we had just stepped back into the wilderness where we had a very peaceful night’s sleep on our cozy little boat.

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