The boat, Spirit of the Low Country was a three decked tour boat, made up to look like a side wheel paddle wheeler; the façade of the wheels hid stairs to the upper level, and it was propelled by screws. Mom and Trixie settled down in the aft of the mid-deck cabin, which was the deck we got on the ship from the dock. I would circulate from side to side, taking tons of photos during the two and a half hour tour.
The boat left the dock and followed the city’s eastern coastline, providing splendid views of the more developed areas – the warehouses and the cruise line dock – before reaching the older part of the city, out at the point. Charleston Harbor is vast, and the audio tour indicated it was one of the five largest ports in the United States, and one of the two largest on the East Coast. Having seen Miami, Norfolk, and New York, I am not so sure about that – but in New York’s case – and Philadelphia – it may be that the ‘port’ is fragmented beyond the city proper, and hence does not count in their way of considering things.