North Myrtle Beach - 10/10 - 346 miles
The weather forecast still said 15-20 knots but it would decrease so we finally left Swan Point and headed South. Still gray clouds everywhere. We looked like we were sailing in the UK. Here's Phil, I looked worse with my old foul weather gear and a wooly hat.

Oops the flag's missing.

We pulled into the the Myrtle Beach Yacht Club and Marina at around 5:30pm in part because we would have had to wait on the opening of another bridge. The marina staff was really helpful. I normally resist upsell but he was good so we included electricity at the berth and a rental car for an hour ($9). It was coming up to 6 pm when the office would close and I asked about what if I don't get back in an hour and he said "I won't be here so I won't know when, just put the keys through the door". We then asked about visiting Myrtle Beach. Well I felt I couldn't go past such a famous resort without taking a look. Turns out despite the name of the marina we were in North Myrtle Beach and it was 22 miles to Myrtle Beach. So we drove there and walked along the boardwalk before the sun set (the beach faces East so sunsets aren't a factor).We talked about vacation when we were kids back in the Age of Steam. No kidding, for me vacations were either a day trip on a Bank Holiday to Weston Super Mare or a week long vacation to Weymouth. We traveled by steam train, not dissimilar to Hogwarts Express without the wizarding. It had compartments, and windows that you opened by pulling on a leather strap with half a dozen holes in it, you set the height of the window by which hole went over the pin. When you got the window open you waited for a curve in the track so that you could see the engine pulling the train. It always ended with some soot getting in your eye, which of course your mother had warned you about.
We returned the car after an hour (cough, cough) and were so hungry we ate on the boat. We thought that would be fastest.