Still misty and cloudy today and we're pleased with our decision to stay in port another day. There was a short lived squall with winds around 30 mph this morning. Glad it was short lived and that we are at the dock.
It was engine day for David and vacuum day for me..for the first half of the day. We took a walk to Tractor Supply and (sorry) Walmart for some needed supplies. Turned out it was a long walk that David volunteered us to do. The marina manager offered a ride but we decided to walk there and call for a ride back. Reasonable idea but farther than we expected. And it was into the wind. Just can't get away from "the wind!"
Most of Georgetown, downtown, is really pretty. Tree lined streets, sidewalks, lovely small town.
We rediscovered Resurrection Ferns. These ferns grow on trees, turn brown and look dead but revive - resurrect - when they get moisture. We were introduced to them, I think in GA, when we last took this boating trip two years ago.
The ferns line the tree trunks and limbs and look like dense, soft moss.
We came back from our looooonng walk, dropped off our goods and walked some more the 4 or 5 blocks to the Rice Museum. Rice was a primary - THE primary - economic engine for Georgetown and SC during the 1800s when South Carolina was the 2nd most economically successful state in the US, behind Massachusetts...because of the rice industry. Slave labor. "Enslaved Africans" is how our African American tour guide identified them. She, Zenobia, told us that Africans were brought from specific tribes and had specific skills for planting and harvesting rice, and skills necessary for that agricultural effort from their own homes. I had no idea. We also learned that the swamps had to be drained and cleared to make the rice paddies - gross, another "drain the swamp" effort. Actually, mentioning this Trump slogan in the context of slavery and the work that was forced, people owned, makes my skin crawl. Is history repeating itself again?
Back to our wonderful visit to the Rice Museum. I also learned that the Gullah culture was the rice- based culture.
The museum gallery and gift shop had wonderful examples of art and craft work. Wondering what to do with my handmade quilts that are fraying and coming apart. An example is to make dolls of them. Something I'll likely NEVER attempt but what a neat way to preserve and honor those quilts and the time intensive skill of quilters.
We made our way back to the boat along the town boardwalk, stopping at the Independence Seafood. A pound of shrimp for $8 with rice and kale was dinner.
And tomorrow we're off again.
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