11/28/20: Hello McClellanville
We made the short, 30-mile run from Georgetown to McClellanville in the rain. Once at the dock the skies cleared long enough for a walk around this appealing little fishing village of 400 residents.
McClellanville is first and foremost a waterman's town. Well-used oyster dredges, shrimp and crab boats crowd the shores of Jeremy Creek. Carolina Seafood Company down the street is about as real as it gets. The briney scent of seafood overpowers you when you enter, even when wearing a mask. Their crab dip is well known and we can attest -- it is mighty good. A quart of local oysters came back to the boat with us as well.
But the most obvious and striking feature of McClellanville is the tangle of live oaks that line every residential street and byway, their huge twisty branches criss-crossing the sky. The town's pride and joy is the Deerhead Oak, estimated to be 1,000 years old. I can't vouch for the tree's age, but I can say that it is one massive tree.
|One of many grand live oaks populating McClellanville, SC.|
|Deerhead Oak. Estimated to be 1,000 years old and the pride and joy of McClellanville.|
|Mother Nature provides the reflective frame of clouds and water. |
|Awesome crab dip from Carolina Seafood Company. More crab than dip -- the way it should be. |
|Doesn't that tire swing just call to you?|
|Another glamour shot of the Deerhead Oak.|
|The avenues of live oaks march on. Old trees, and plenty of young ones, too, as the locals continue to plant oaks for future generations. We walked past several youngsters, carefully staked.|
|Our cross-dock neighbor in McClellanville. Oyster dredge, well used.|
|Oysters heading back under the cover of tidal waters.|
|Our view for most of the cruise from Georgetown to McClellanville. Even in the gray and rain the area shows off its quiet beauty. I would love to see it under blue skies. |