Our [sad] visit to Swansboro was made up for with a beautiful day on the water to Wrightsville Beach.
Days 35 – 36, November 18 – 19
We pulled out of Swansboro on a gorgeous day, blue skies, light northerly, morning temps in the mid-40s. Crisp and refreshing made for a delightful start. We liked it. We were headed for Wrightsville Beach, which promised activity, maybe a bit of congestion and some shopping. Thanksgiving was approaching fast and we needed to get prepared. Continue reading On Firing Ranges, Dashing for Bridges, and Thanksgiving Shopping
Swansboro had some charm, but in the end, it wasn’t what we hoped.
Day 34, November 17
After a really excellent dinner at Aqua in Beaufort, we got a slow start in the morning. It was a beautiful day, the kind of weather that the Chamber of Commerce would give the thumbs up to. Chilly, but clear and sunny with just a light northerly breeze. Promise for the day was high. Continue reading A Bluebird Day to Swansboro, NC
They are very different places but we appreciated the benefits of both.
Day 33, November 16
The Neuse River was fiesty when we followed a shrimp boat out of the narrow channel, leaving Oriental at about 0900. The sun was shining and the wind was biting cold, but we were toasty in our cozy pilot house with the replacement Webasto heater honking away happily in the engine room. Our visit had been pleasant and successful. We were ready to roll on. We had Beaufort, NC in our sights. Continue reading From One Great Town (Oriental) to Another (Beaufort)
We sampled both while waiting for our November 15 insurance restriction to expire.
Days 28 – 32, November 11 – 15
While we explored Belhaven we contemplated our next move[s]. We had one major constraint to contend with: our insurance policy stipulates that we remain north of 35 degrees North until after November 15. This is a clause that is designed to keep us out of the worst of the hurricane zone until after hurricane season winds down.
Given the storm devastation in North Carolina from September and October the restriction does make some sense, but we were beginning to feel a bit like caged rats. The sub-optimal weather was preventing us from cruising at a normal pace; we dash as far as we can when we have a weather window, then hunker down as gales blow over. It is a pattern that had begun the day we left home a month ago, and it persists. Continue reading If River Dunes is Sterile, Oriental is Rich and Ripe (in a good way!)
We had a lovely visit to Belhaven, but Wow! Major hurricane damage was still in full display.
Days 26 – 27, November 9 – 10, 2018
After our layday in Coinjock we were looking at a 74 nm run to Belhaven so we were up for our o-dark-hundred early-start program of coffee at 4:30, walk the dogs at 5:30 and cast off at 6:30 (sunrise-ish). This works well for us as the caffeine has time to enter the bloodstream and the dogs get a decent stretch before a long day cooped up on board. It also give us a nice opportunity to experience our destinations in the pre-dawn quiet of the day which is usually a lot different from daylight action. It might sometimes be hard to get out of bed, but it’s usually worth it. Continue reading Into The Heart of Hurricane Florence’s Darkness
But we did. And yes, the Prime Rib is worth the stop.
Day 25, November 8, 2018
The reason not many boats spend two nights in Coinjock is there is nothing there but prime rib. Good prime rib, mind you, but that’s it.
We, however, expected to receive two overnight shipments at Coinjock — one of them yet another heater part — so we needed to be there the second night. All our buddies departed after the first night along with most everyone else. We were left by ourselves with one lone small sailboat and it’s solo captain. Continue reading Not Many Boats Spend Two Nights at Coinjock
An exercise in patience and humility.
Day 24, November 7, 2018
In reality, “it” is a seven-to-eight month adventure cruise down the eastern seaboard to Key West, and back up again, maybe including a side-trip to the Bahamas. But in many ways “it” is defined as a trip down (and up) the “AICW”, or Atlantic IntraCoastal Waterway. The official start of the “ICW” (for short) is mile zero at “R36” just near the Tidewater Yacht Marina we stayed in. Continue reading This Is “It”: The ICW, Day One