|Just Ducky, an Island Packet 35, passing us on the ICW.|
It would have been a short, sad story: "Cruising adventure lasts only one week. Couple sinks boat at anchorage in Beaufort. Film at 11."
It's the kind of thing you think about when you hear a scraping bump in the night, but it was only a shift in the current, the chain dragging, the anchor resetting.
I can just imagine Cara Mia rolling her eyes. "I've done this hundreds of times. What are you worried about?" That's what you get when your boat is more experienced than you are.
We were pleasantly surprised that the "storm" turned out to be nothing. Raising the anchor at sunrise, I forgot to tighten the clutch. Lesson learned? We'll see.
The passage was a short 24-mile hop to Swansboro, NC, a town that looked no great shakes from the water. Turns out the docks were an effective cloaking device for a charming town lacking only picket fences to be something Hollywood might conjure.
And just up the street from the marina, there lies a perfect little Irish pub with a marginal tap offering (beer snobs) but excellent food and sweet atmosphere.
Pleasant surprises. This is our life now.
Swansboro, NC 34°41.07N | 77°7.289W
|Mysterious time traveler talking on cell phone spotted in 1800s mural. Swansboro, NC.|
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