3/22 Friday, McClellanville, Leland Oil Co., 1230.2, 66/46, sunny, NW10-15>20 - Our morning was arranged around catching the 9am opening of the Ben Sawyer Bridge, which is closed Monday through Friday between 7 and 9am. The high tide was just starting to fall, and the extra water made the notoriously shallow stretch around Breach Inlet much more comfortable. Unfortunately for a Beneteau in front of us, it meant they’d be waiting a couple hours to pass under the Isle of Palms connector bridge, which, when we went through was reading 62’.

Motor, motor, motor through the marshes and small islands between the mainland and Bulls Bay - remote; scenic when the sun lights up the grass.


We were pulling into Jeremy Creek around 3pm. Mr. Pascal Duke greeted us and helped us tie up.

The Village Museum was open today until 5pm, so we headed right over there to check it out.


It’s housed in an old two-story Fish & Wildlife building, out on the point by the boat ramp and park. A large piece of cast iron machinery on the lawn caught our eyes, but we’d already decided to save outdoor exhibits for later and maximize our two hours inside.


One of the two museum directors, Randy, greeted us and began to share with us the local history of McClellanville. The cast iron shaft on the lawn is part of a windmill that operated in this area from the late 1700’s to the early 1800’s. It drove saws for cutting timber into planks.


The mill’s designer also penned tide-driven undershot wheel mills for pounding rice. Rice was the major cash crop in this area, as compared to cotton. Other displays showcased pottery shards from the native See-Wee tribe, wildlife specimens, and personal items from the town’s citizens spanning the last 200 years.

We definitely left with a much better understanding of the community, then and now. We really like McClellanville’s laid-back, kind atmosphere, and the people’s desire to maintain their history and slower, quieter way of life compared to neighboring Charleston and Mount Pleasant. Dobbs and I always take time to walk the streets and admire the homes and gardens.

We returned to Grace around 5:15pm, started laundry and then put our feet up in the cockpit. A good breeze kept the black flies at bay until sunset. When the breeze and daylight start to fade, take cover! The little flies come out in force for about an hour.

For dinner, I made turkey Spam (yep, you read that correctly) with sautéed mushrooms, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans.


Dobbs was pretty wiped out from the long hours motoring, focusing on staying in the channel, so he took the first shower and retired. I washed the dishes, walked Murphy, and then tucked into bed at 9:15pm.