It was blowing about 25 knots dead on the nose and we fought the current the entire day. On top of all that, today happened to be a Saturday. It’s kind of weird but in the cruiser world the days of the week tend to not really matter much. That is until you try and do a simple 40 mile day on the ICW. You would have thought I learned my lesson last Saturday, which I did, but until about 2 o’clock this afternoon I didn’t realize that today was Saturday.
We all know what comes with Saturday. The weekend warrior or should I say just all the normal people in America out using their boats. I mean everyone by the hundreds out using their boats. Kind of like a traffic jam on I-10 when Georgia and Florida are playing each other in a bowl game. It’s just not somewhere you want to be at that time. The scenery was spectacular today and I had the opportunity to see plenty of low country North Carolina and lots of great fishing camps and small homes.
|Right up my alley…Small House Living!|
I think when passing Moorehead City I began to lose my mind. I tried to use my left turn signal to change lanes into the Beaufort Inlet and then proceeded to try and find the gas until I realized that I gave it full throttle to receive another .2 knots. I’m just not used to this slow paced life yet.
We made it to Beaufort late afternoon and dropped the hook roughly a mile from town. This anchorage is packed and when I say packed I can’t believe some of these boats have enough swing room. Accomplished a few chores around the boat. You know the usual hanging picture frames, getting water out of the bilge and cleaning off glue left from some tape on the hull. Dinner, an attempt at fishing, a ride into town for a beer and then to bed.
|Nightly Concoction: Shrimp, Artichoke Hearts, Calamata Olives and Feta Pasta.|
|Sunset at the Anchorage|
Look forward to checking out the town in more detail tomorrow and seeing what’s going on for the Big Rock Blue Marlin tournament. Cheers!