Rainbow in the morning…

On the Bull Island ferry Caretta, we headed south down the waterway toward  the southern end of the island. Our passengers included myself as a guide for our beach walk, 21 walkers, our captain Chris Crolley, his wife Kari (and her sister) along with their daughter Olivia, on her maiden voyage on Caretta.oliviacapt

Photo credit: Kelley Whitley

Thunderstorms loomed Continue reading

A fine reversal

Sunrise, a light but steady northwest wind, a falling tide pulling the waters out of the marshes toward Bulls Bay and the Atlantic. These were the signs on my early morning run to the landing, all pointing toward a passage out to Bull Island. Kingfisher was launched and we were sailing at 7:45 to Andersonville Creek and Bulls Bay. The NW wind allowed Continue reading

Receiving far more

 

Loaded on Caretta, our group of twenty-seven hardy souls began our cruise south toward the drop on the southern tip of Bull Island. It was a cooler morning than some of our group anticipated. We gave a cold morning benchmark that our captain Chris Crolley and participant Gary Weart had experienced on the pre-dawn boat ride Continue reading

A matter of time

Strong northeast winds energized the sail out to Bull Island following a late start after noon. The following days would find a turn of the winds to the southwest and southern warmth flowing into the Lowcountry. This day was found to be windier, colder, and wetter than anticipated. Once in the Bay, headed to the Northeast Point, I found myself in a thrash Continue reading

Possibilities of a winter sail

A cool winter morning helped me leave the highways of the Carolinas for the waterways of Cape Romain and the destination of Bull Island. Winds were northeast, and boded a stronger flow later. It was smooth heading out Andersonville Creek: relatively still waters accompanied by the drone of barrier island surf sounding over the marshes. The waters were not as glassy as at sunrise in the past month, where swaths of clouds and sky shone in the Waterway. sunriseWe took a sharp right at the Shark Hole Continue reading

Late to the Bay

I left the preoccupations of home improvement, and the routine of dinner preparations behind, arriving at our landing to an uncommon August atmosphere. In fact it did not resemble August at all, despite heat and a familiar wind from the southwest. Humidity felt like it was on vacation Continue reading