We hesitated to leave Prince Creek. It seemed like such a world apart from all the terrible things happening - peace and nature, calm water, a nice breeze. Oh - but also Rick. Who believes that a moving stone should keep moving so that no moss is gathered. Or something like that. The critical underlying philosophy being perpetual motion. So off we went...
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| Another plug for our cute logo, courtesy of our friend Nick! |
Back out in the main water the flooding event was still happening. Yesterday we had been in wilderness area, but today we understood why we needed to give off no wake. For some houses a wake would be the final straw:
We came through the 'Rock Pile' that gave us such fits last year, and couldn't understand what was so stressful about it. I was playing Two Dots on my phone almost the whole time. Are we jaded already? I'm not going to say that out loud. Or even think it...
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| On this trip sometimes we are awed by the big majesty of nature - but sometimes it is the smaller things that move us |
Due to the flood we moved at lightening (for us) speed again - at one point we saw 13mph. That's like the MainShip version of Mock 1. We got to our designated anchorage spot, Calabash, too early, and decided to keep going (Rick decided that - I decided to take a nap and hope that would arrive somewhere by the time I woke up. I had had ENOUGH sun). Rick convinced St James Plantation Marina to make room for us on a face dock and we turned off the engine around 5pm. That is a long-ass day. Just sayin.
Of COURSE there was no 50 volt power. OF COURSE their restaurant was closed. On the plus side there were some cute boats names, so it's all good.
Once upon a Tide
Yacht-sea
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