Trip Start Nov 06, 2010
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We said goodbye to our shipmate and blogstress Ellie today. She’ll be taking in the sights and sounds of shorelife with her family in Oklahoma City for Thanksgiving. Despite our plan to rendezvous in Wilmington in a matter of days, pulling away from Mariner’s Wharf in Elizabeth City with her smile beaming at us instead of aboard was distressing
As we motored into a light and lifting fog, sunrise broke the horizon at our bow and a low-slung morning moon hid in the shadows of our stern. The engines of three sailing cruisers droned out across the placid Albemarle Sound; Hejira had made friends dockside with two other vessels and she would be making miles today in the company of Journey and Lumar.
This open bay crossing is the largest in the NC section of the ICW and consisted of lots of day markers passing by in straight lines. Anytime the wind picked up we were dead into it and sailing wasn’t an option. We occupied ourselves with discussions of boat upgrade possibilities, recalling the tips gleaned from chatting with boatowners the previous night and marveling at the training maneuvers two fighter jets ran in tandem overhead.
We covered a lot of ground with little in the way of excitement. Good music and good food carried us through to near sundown as we approached the Alligator River-Pungo River Canal and a crucial decision: We could push on an extra 20 miles into the evening, with the thought that several such days would put us in Wilmington for Thanksgiving, or we could drop anchor and spend another day with our fellow travelers who had already pulled off. The lure of strength in numbers proved too great. We came about at the mouth of the canal, cut the engine and set the jib for a leisurely sunset sail downwind to a thoroughly scoped anchorage. In the newfound stillness, swamplands that were held off all day at our periphery flooded in around us, teeming with life. Sailing is what it’s about.
At anchor there were snacks, a red moonrise and a moonlight rainbow while we planned tomorrow’s path through the charted wilderness
Head count - Peter: 2