Osprey Marina - Smaller Is Better

As we were getting ready to leave Georgetown, we talked with Larry about what was ahead. He mentioned that he planned to stop at Osprey Marina for fuel on his way to Myrtle Beach... " best fuel prices in the area". As we left the dock we thought that might be a good idea for us as well and that maybe we would make that an overnight stop for us.

As we move north up the ICW, we continue to see signs of commerce,

to notice the slow transition from the low country marshes to the cypress swamps...

as well as see the continued presence of osprey nests.

Did I mention the marina is called Osprey Marina?

There are lots of their nests along the ICW especially in this area.

At the entrance they post their daily fuel prices just like a "gas station" on the street would do.

The marina itself was down a narrow canal about a quarter mile long.

They want your business and do a great job of making you feel welcome. After fueling up we moved to our slip for the night and then strolled the marina grounds.

We were surprised to see a pasture full of goats on the property. We thought we were back in Ireland for a moment.

They also put up some unusual bird houses as well. They want to keep the bird population up as they help keep the bug population down.

In the back corner of the marina was a resident group of turtles that were fun to watch for a while.

I guess we are getting to the point that we are now easily entertained.... by turtles!!??

One regular source of entertainment in the south is the bumper stickers on the trucks of the local rednecks. They are always good for a laugh or two...

depending on how you feel about kids or cats or ....?

While the Osprey Marina was a very quiet stop along the way, it suited us just fine for this particular night.

Nautical Word For The Day: [from seatalk.info]

Hurricane:

1. A violent tropical cyclonic storm of the Atlantic carrying winds in excess of 75 miles per hour.

From Great Loop Jargon:

2. A violent tropical cyclonic  multi- rum cocktail made famous at Pat O'Brien's bar in New Orleans in the 1940's. Having more than one could make you feel as if you are in winds in excess of 75 miles per hour.