It was 4:00pm when I paddled into the Waccamaw for the night. I stopped at a sandbank at about 5 miles. Here the river cut a 180 degree turn and left a mound of white sand in it’s wake. That was my spot. I setup the tent and walked the swamp. I wore long pants and long sleeves and sprayed myself with bug repellent. Gazing through the thicket I could see hugh isolated trees dominating above everything else. A full moon rose over the back side of the tent. At least two boats came up the river shining flashlights in the trees but didn’t bother me.
