About 11 PM last night Chris and I were hanging in our hammocks when a white pickup truck with red and white flashing lights circled our camp site 3 times with a fog of insecticide shooting out of a canon at the back. We got up and walked back to the bar/ restaurant where everyone reassured us it was not an issue. I point out that their bedding was not fumigated.
In the morning we enjoyed the favor if conversation with the shopkeeper and patrons of the mill creek. Everyone was so nice and super interested in the trip. The suggestion was made to head down the intercostal waterway from the santee/ Atlantic junction and land in Charleston instead of heading north to Georgetown. We are entertaining it.
We got back on lake marion to finish it out. Wow this is one massive lake. We kept thinking we were seeing the edge but it turned out it was just the horizon over and over again. We estimate we paddled 14 miles but it was one HOT, long paddle. When we arrived at Harry's landing at 5 PM the temp is 97 with heat index of 104.
The lake had treats of big huge fish leaping around our boats (over 3 feet routinely). We entered more cypress stands (a blessing of occasional shade) and paddled past giant fragrant mats of blooming Lilly pads that made it look like there was snow below the trees.
However as I predicted there were also some tricks in those trees. I paddled right past a cotton mouth snake before Chris noticed it in the tree. And there we wasps nest all over the place.
Have stopped for a late lunch/ dinner hoping to catch a ride over the dam. Otherwise a 2.5 road walk with boats at 100 degree heat index. Keep your fingers crossed.
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