Sat June 6: Mile Hammock Anchorage to Town Creek Marina Beaufort NC

In which I discover how much time there is in the day...

Oh..My..God...
I really wanted to see the sun come up and that fabulous moon go down, but it was almost more than I could do to get up.  Rick wasn't even up, and I can't remember when, if ever, he has gotten up after me.  But you know - there is a pandemic, riots in the streets and a lunatic in the White house, so clearly hell has frozen over and it is perfectly natural I should be up at 5:40am...

Goodbye moon

Hello sun

I remember thinking 'this better be one damn fine sunrise'.  The only other being up was a tugboat - I didn't even want to think about what time the crew got up because it might have given me an aneurysm.

It is really quite amazing how much time is in the day, if you don't get up at 11am.  Partly I wanted to see the sunrise, but also Rick had read that Camp LeJeune sometimes closes the ICW at 8am if they are doing live-firing exercises, so we needed to get out of Dodge so as not to get stuck.

You may remember that we vowed never to be on the water at the weekend, as everyone else is out.  But we have to get to New Bern so we can rent a car and get to Atlanta.  Rick has to work, remember?  Here is how that conversation went - if I can digress just a bit:

Rick: We have to go back to Atlanta because I got a consulting job
Me: Huh ----- I manage to work from the boat....
Rick: I need really good internet
Me: Uh-huh
Rick: Also I need to make phone calls
Me: Uh-huh
Rick: And I need reliable power
Me: Uh-huh
Rick: ..................
Me: .....................



A N Y W A Y - everyone was out on the water.  At one point I counted over 50 boats around us.

Partly it's weekend boaters, and partly it's that all the big fishing boats are headed to Beaufort for the Big Rock Marlin fishing tournament.  It's not a good time to stop there, but we have a soft spot for Town Creek Marina because it was our very first marina once our training captains let us loose in the world.  It was a VERY different marina then when we were here last year.  The sleepy little marina was hopping, with all the good ol' boys and their amazing fishing equipment.  Some of the fishing boats are just monsters.

While the party boat in front of us CRANKED the country western music (they are just boys with boats instead of trucks) we enjoyed a lovely Zoom Bradley Reunion with the whole Bradley side of the family - it's good to get us all together.  My father was in the hospital this week so we relish any time we get with him.

Bradleys!  Just missing William, who showed up a fashionable hour late.

It was quite a party on the docks, and so far no one in NC has worn a mask.  We tried to avoid crowds, and took a walk through town.

When we got back the party boat was still in full swing, with it's disco lights on - the tiny fish didn't seem to mind:

What is the point of paying so much money to have disco lights under your boat?!

The Trump flags made me kind of nervous, but they could not have been more delightful and wanted us to join the party.  As you know, we are just the embodiment of party people, so we went to bed instead.

Requisite sunset - blah blah...

This is a notable sunset in that it happened in the East.  We were so confused.  In fact, part of the day we were cruising south east in order to go north.  Now I hate geography as much as math.