Southern Hospitality at its Best

Last spring we met some folks on the Great Loop via email who were doing part of the Loop we are doing, the unusual northerly route on the St. Lawrence River, Gaspe, Nova Scotia coasts.  Their motor blew up in Rimouski, and they stopped their trip, making repairs and planning to finish this year.  They sent us an email that said they had a spare dock on the ICW, and expected us to stop for a visit on our way through.

Chuck and Claria Gorgon live in Beaufort, SC (pronounced Buefort, unlike Beaufort, NC, which is pronounced Boefort).

Beaufort SC, Savannah GA, and Charleston SC were all left unscathed during the civil war, as both Generals had ties to this area, so the history is absolutely amazing.  Claria Gorgon made sure we saw it all (or at least as much as we could in the given time).

When MB and I dock for the day, we usually like to have a cocktail, relax, watch a movie or listen to some Jimmy Buffet tunes, then early to bed for our visiting and touring the next day.  HA, Claria and Chuck would have none of it.

We walked the park like setting of their island home, visited some folks in the neighborhood garden, another boat landed, Chuck moved his small sailboat to land, we visited, discussed routes and charts while sitting on their huge friendly porch in scenic comfort.

Claria then proceeded to make a 3 course meal, we ate, talked, relaxed on the porch, and we said good-bye to Chuck, who was off for a couple days, and Claria made sure we were ready for a busy day tomorrow.

We did a horse and carriage tour of Beaufort, which was enough for us, these tours are great, they give you a good overview.  Claria then proceeded to take us on a walking tour so she could explain everything the tour guide missed.  The waterfront (beautiful place to take a family), the shops, the   architecture, the food, and the Oak trees.

Bob, Ginny and George (no photo of George, from the vessel “Time Out” were leaving their boat on the dock for the summer, and had to fly out of Savannah the next morning at 7 (an hour and a half drive), so Claria was up early, drove them to the airport, came back, picked us up, and drove us back to Savannah.  “You absolutely cannot leave here without the Savannah tour”.

We toured Savannah by tour bus, the guide was great and we stayed on the bus for the whole tour, then did it again, getting on and off at several points of interest.  The Pirate House for lunch (had my mint Julep here, Claria says it wasn’t very good, she can do better), cobblestone roads, the wrought iron railings were fabulous (there was an iron foundry here, the owner said whatever they can make out of wood, he can make it in iron).  His house was built with iron columns, I didn’t bother with a photo, and you can’t tell the difference.

The streets with the overhanging trees in the city are breathtaking, the alley where gentlemen used to duel, the Churches are like a high-rise.  We toured  a huge Anglican Church (if I remember right it was the first one built in the US), MB found a statue in honor of John Wesley, who started the Church she belongs to, the police barracks with the old 50’s cars in front,  the Spanish moss on the trees, it just goes on and on.  Both Beaufort and Savannah are exceptional cities, so close and yet different, with history that just goes into your pores.

Home, then another 3 course meal of fresh shrimp.  I called Claria the energizer bunny, the woman never stops.  She was bound and determined that we were going to tour Charleston the same way and wanted to take us.  When she found out there were some folks we were going to meet there for a visit and tour she relented, but explained how upset she would be if we didn’t tour the city.

We met with Flint and Leslie Firestone in Charleston, from “GraceFul”, also on the Loop on temporary delay, for a visit and a tour.  The last time we saw the Firestones was last summer in Canada.  They have PEI ties, and we hope to meet up with some of their relatives when we return to the island.

We did a tour of Charleston by horse and carriage, we went to dinner, and we toured some houses and had a great visit.  Thanks Flint and Leslie.

There are a group of folks called “Gullah” who learned to make a living weaving marsh grass baskets.  They are not cheap, but are absolutely beautiful; they sell them at the market, while weaving them on the spot.  The same person picks the grass, dries it, and weaves it.

As you can see, we are exhausted!  We need a couple days cruising on the ICW to wind down.  Remember Marathon, a big day was going in to take a shower and drop off the garbage.

Thanks Chuck and Claria, I’ll get you back when you arrive in PEI this summer.

We are almost out of South Carolina now; we’ll see what North Carolina has in store.

Love everyone,
Joe & Mary Beth, S/V “Pot ‘O’ Gold”

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One Response to “Southern Hospitality at its Best”

  1. Schnarchen Blog Says:

    Amazing… kinda great theme. I will blog about it too!

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