We spent Saturday night anchored outside of Swansboro, NC. It was a sweet little bay, dredged by the Marine Corp to practice amphibious assaults, that had no current or tides. Which was quite a blessing since the winds were howling at 25 knots -- and all we had to do was drop anchor into the wind and not worry about the tides changing our position every 6 hours. We were the first boat to arrive, and 4 other boats joined us by sunset.
After a tedious day of negotiating 4 bridges, we anchored at around 4:30, totally spent. These bridges only open on the hour/half-hour, so you have to play this tenuous game of timing the bridges so you aren't too late (because they won't wait for you; they open and then promptly close). But, if you arrive at the bridge with time to spare, you must engage in the infamous "Bridge Dance" ... that thing you do to kill time while maintaining your position. Because of the high winds and strong currents today, we really couldn't just "stop the boat" so we were forced to do many small circles, while watching the clock. Now, this wouldn't be quite so bad, but the channel is narrow, and there is good depth only in the middle, so as you are turning around, you are constantly moving from a safe 12ft of water to a nerve-wracking 6-7 ft of water .... AND, let's not forget all the crazy motor boaters everywhere, who can zoom under the 12ft bridges and who seem to have no realization that our l2-ton tug has limited mobility. (I don't care if you are waving and taking pictures of our beautiful boat, I hate you!).
Pink House. This one's for you, Michelle!
Lots of people playing on the sandbars. I'm jealous! With no sunshade, its HOT on the boat.
Sunday, July 25
Today, we arrived at Beaufort, NC, which is a huge milestone for us. This marks the home stretch of our cruise into Norfolk, VA. We've traveled 653 miles with 203 to go!
It was a another wildly windy day, so no sunshade but the wind kept us cool. Unfortunately, the trade-off meant that the wind also made it very difficult to handle the boat, as the wind would push us from the side, moving us away from the middle of the channel where the depths were safe. Each time Dan would take time to get our position on the cruising charts, we find ourselves in 6ft of water. I hate 6 feet of water.
We wanted to anchor at Beaufort, but when we arrived, the anchorage was full and the winds were still blowing strong, so we gladly took a slip at the Beaufort Docks. Ahhhh, showers and internet and cable TV.
View of Maja from our table at the habor cafe.
The final stretch of the ICW is the most treacherous -- lots of bridges to time and large sounds of water to cross. It should take us 4 days/3 nites to get to the mouth of the Cheaspeake where we have arranged to stay at Salt Ponds Marina for the month of August, along with good friends from Brunswick. Then, finally, we can go sailing (or at least that's the plan ... and you know our luck with plans!)
Full moon tonight!