Beaufort, not Beaufort

We began our morning with a brisk walk through the historic homes of Beaufort followed by a horsedrawn carriage ride providing lots of historical context for what we had seen and then finally a bike ride along the Spanish Moss Traill.  The Spanish Moss Trail is a 13 mile paved multi-use path between the cities of Beaufort and Port Royale, SC.  We rode until we could ride no more due to a huge downed tree blocking our path (but almost at the end of the trail).  Beaufort, SC (pronounced BEW-fort) is often confused with Beaufort, NC (pronounced BOW-fort).  Something the locals including our carriage tour guide are quite used to and take in stride from tourists like ourselves.  

While Mike, Debbie and I were doing some shopping, John learned that the yard where he planned to leave the boat at the end of the trip in Savannah, GA would not be able to haul the boat for a couple of weeks due to damage to their docks from the hurricane.   He called every other marina in Savannah looking for short term dockage until the boat could be hauled but found nothing with so many boats needing to be relocated due to damage at their home marinas.  Fortunately the boat could stay here at Beaufort during this time and the Savannah yard was willing to make the hour drive to pick up the boat and haul it once their docks were repaired.  We thus accepted having to "abandon ship" early tomorrow head to Savannah by car, staying in a hotel for two nights.

After a final night of cocktails on the flybridge, we enjoyed dinner at Wren with a quick after dinner drink at the Breakwater.