Tuesday. May 12, 2015, 7:30AM
Spoke briefly (thank God) with Pete, who was on his way to Walmart for
work. He has a cat on board and I made the mistake of asking him about that. He
started the cat story but realized he was late. Saved by Walmart.
Bacon and eggs just the thing to get going, which we did at 12:30PM. Just on time, that is just at one hour past high tide, perfect timing to shoot us through Snow’s Cut, yet another torturous narrowing on the ICW, well known for eating boats.
Federal Point Ferry
Headed out in the
Cape Fear River and were suddenly launch northward by the incoming tide at
eight, close to nine knots. We peaked outside through the Cape Fear Inlet,
salivating at the chance to go out into the Atlantic (not to be today) and continued
northward. Put the jib up, cut the engine and sailed along at seven knots.
Exhilarating!
Jib Flying
South Bank Snow's Cut
Pretty Trawler in Cape Fear River
The anchorage was filled with boats, and after a few tense moments, got the anchor down in a relative safe place, in a strong SW wind. After midnight the wind moderated and turned W.
Had our standard
cockpit cocktail, I made killer pasta and off to bed we went, with anchor
dragging visions plaguing our slumber.
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