Up at, as Rick says 'a reasonable hour' (which is NEVER a reasonable hour, according to me) so that we could take Deb and Dan to our favorite breakfast cafe - Blackstones. Possibly it has not escaped your notice that I have been in town two days and have been to Blackstones three times. I'm supporting the local economy. Then we borrowed Deb's car, AGAIN, to get MORE GROCERIES and moved them off the boat. We love them, even tho they are only occasional readers of the blog, and were sad to see them go. I hope we got Dan ready for Sea Base...
As we left town we were saluted by the usual formation of F-35s from the Parris Island Marine Base. This powerful rumble becomes just background noise in Beaufort, as they are so often practicing over the town. Local legend has it that Barbra Streisand, in town to film Prince of Tides, wrote to the base commander complaining that the noise was too early and waking her crew. The commander took out a full-page ad in the local paper to say 'Ms. Streisand, that sound you hear is the sound of freedom' and then flying the jets everyday earlier, lower and more often. Dan and I thought that was an excellent story, and we spent our whole time together working it into various sentences.
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| The sound of freedom |
We decided to push on a bit beyond our original scheduled anchorage at Tom's Point Creek. The days are so much longer than what we came to expect in the fall, so I pushed on for Church Creek. At the end we were really gunning it (RPMs in the 2000, baby!) because a huge storm was gathering on the horizon. I acted like I was doing Rick a favor by letting him set the anchor while I drove, but really I could see what was coming. As we turned into the creek we were racing before a wall of rain, and Rick got a good bath. Later the area totally calmed, and a piece of rainbow appeared.
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