The worst of the flooding was in Socastee, but it continued in Georgetown, where it dampened “Small Business Saturday”.
Day 41, November 24
Yesterday, from Southport to Myrtle Beach, there was astronomical coastal flooding but no rain. Today more astronomical flooding was expected, but the forecasts were peppered with rain, tropical downpours with more than 3″, plus thunderstorms, hail and and even threats of waterspouts. The worst of it was well away from us. What’s a little rain, we thought? So off we went. Grand Dunes had been a convenient stop but otherwise there was no reason to stay. Continue reading A Closehand and Painful Glimpse at Flooding – and Historic Georgetown, SC
King tides, rain and high winds bring flooding throughout the southeast. We saw some of the worst of it, starting in Southport, NC.
Day 40, 11/23
We woke up on the day after Thanksgiving to a beautiful clear, crisp day, much like Thanksgiving Day had been. The morning temperature was 38, so we were glad we were dockside where we could plug in to have heat (that pesky battle with our diesel hydronic heat, which would provide warmth without a shoreside connection, continues). After our very pleasant Thanksgiving Day, we were ready to continue our trek southbound. Continue reading Let the Flooding Begin
We wanted it to be special, in Southport, North Carolina.
Day s 39-40, November 21-22
Being on this cruise, a big adventure, our first trip down the ICW, is very special. We have a lot to be thankful for. We wanted to take this Thanksgiving seriously and celebrate our good fortune together.
We had the turkey on board, and with a little luck it would fit in the oven of our Force 10 propane stove. It was the same stove we had on our Sabre, but we had never cooked a turkey in that one either. Continue reading Our First Thanksgiving On Board Esmeralde
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!)