Our last day waiting out all the weather associated with Hurricane Sandy was Kerri’s birthday. Admittedly, with all our preoccupation with the hurricane, Kerri didn’t get her usual birthday treatment. Having said that, Macara and I did our darndest to make it a special for her.
The following day we had another special day that needed dealing with, Halloween. Unsure when we were going to get out of River Dunes Marina, we had already booked the courtesy vehicle for the evening. But, we were told not to get our hopes to high for Trick or Treating in Oriental, NC. Wednesday morning saw the winds settle to just 20 knots. Winds low enough that plenty of boats started to depart. Twenty knots of wind can still make for miserable conditions on the water. Today we are gifted with a wind direction that is right on the nose. Knot Yet cut right through the waves, it might as well been calm. I love this boat! A good seaworthy boat may be a pleasure all day long, but docking is still a chore with all that breeze and a tidal current. It wasn’t pretty, but I got her in eventually.
Beaufort, NC was our Halloween destination. Little did we know that Beaufort was so proud of their halloween festivities. We were told over and over, go to Ann Street, you will be impressed. And we were. These people take Halloween seriously and they make it fun.
|Macara the Pirate.|
On the way to Beaufort, we had some visitors along the way. Sometimes dragging a bit of wake is a good thing. We had three dolphins sit on our our starboard stern for about 5 minutes. You will not hear me say this very often, but they were too close for the lens that I had on.
|Playing in our wake.|
|Wanna see my blow hole?|
The weather is still a little chilly, so we keep pressing on. Southport, NC, then anchor near Topsail Beach, NC before you know it we are south of Myrtle Beach, SC.
On our way past Little River, NC we are treated to glimpse of their resident wild goats.
|Little River wild goats|
Finally, a nice day, so we take a break. On a beautiful Sunday afternoon that almost hit 80ºF we found a spot that is popular with cruisers and locals alike. Thoroughfare Creek, off the Waccamaw River. We picked it for its depth and short distance off the ICW. We had no idea how nice the beach would be be or it’s local history. Sandy Island, which we are anchored next to, is home to a Gullah community. In short, Gullah language and culture is a derivative of the West African slaves that were brought here to work the rice plantations. Neat history, Google it and check it out for yourself.
Once again it is raining... and cold! Up ahead there is a 5 mile stretch that we need to traverse at high tide. High tide is not until about noon right now. Our best choice is to head to town, Georgetown, SC. Groceries, beer, wifi, it is time to take care of somethings and replenish the cupboards. It's a short trip, we are only on the water a couple hours.
To all my sailing friends, you have been misrepresented once again. In a nice wide section of the Waccamaw River, I was slowly overtaking a sail boat. Before my wake reached the sail boat, I hail him and offer a slow pass. Without so much as a thank you, he sharply points out that I am not flying my American 'courtesy flag'. I took the easy way out and apologized and stated the lanyard had recently broke and that I had plans to repair that as soon as I got to port. I know what flags I should be flying. The words had no longer left my lips and I was steaming. "What a jerk?" "Who does he think he is?" Yes, etiquette dictates that I fly a courtesy flag while flying my Canadian flag. And, on of all days, it is the US election today. Still, it is a little over the top for my liking. I wouldn't dream of correcting somebody else over the radio, especially after courtesy had been extended my way.
And now for the great part of the story. This is how Karma works, but rarely this fast. The next boat to over take my new 'friend' is about a 70' Motor Yacht moving way to fast for the close confines of a bridge. He smokes Mr. Flag Etiquette with about a 3.5ft wake. Once again the radio is chiming with the proper etiquette for over taking sail boats, complete with a sarcastic "thanks for the wake." It was all I could do to keep myself from cheering over the radio, but it sure made my day. Sometimes good things happen to good people. And sometimes, the opposite happens.
Finally, a couple of left over tourist shots from Ocracoke, NC. You know, the ones that get forgotten in the other camera.
|The second most famous pirate in Ocracoke, NC|
|The Ocracoke lighthouse.|