In which we sit in our own sweat, waiting for Hurricane Laura to move on by...
Back to New Bern which is, I'm sure this will come as no surprise to anyone, H O T. On Wed we had the bottom cleaned (Blue Horizon's bottom - just to clear that up). On Thurs I attended a training for a volunteer job that I can do virtually - helping people navigate rent and utility assistance in our part of GA, via the Community Assistance Center. This might prove tricky to do on the boat, but both of us would like to do something to help, and can do this at night. On Fri we sat around waiting for better weather (thank you Laura) as our trip two days from now will depend on gentle waves.
To break up the monotony I found us a 'hike' to take in the Croatan National Forest. Naturally, since we weren't sweaty enough, we opted to go at 1pm when the sun's anvil was at its most fierce. Unbeknownst to us this area was still recovering from Hurricane Florence, and some of the trail was missing. All I'm going to say about this is that we got lost, bug bitten and cranky (which is what I think happened to the Roanoke Colony) The only way to recover was to go to Harris Teeter and have conveyor-belt sushi and a cold drink. (We had a rental car)
Needless to say we had to have the AC on 24/7 (which is not quiet), the cicadas were so loud that I had to plug my ears when I went out to get my chai, the marina bathroom was two blocks away (WTH - amirite??), and there was no point in taking a shower since we were just going to be sweaty again in the next 5 minutes. But I do realize these are all first-world problems and that this is part of LIVING THE DREAM, BABY.
Part way through Friday Rick began getting cold feet and it was touch or go if we would get off the dock on Sat. Especially since Sat dawned with a non-functioning depth gauge. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
This boat name sums it all up:
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