Day 31, Friday, October
28, 2016
You can monitor my trip at the link: Second Winds Progress Live
Today was a hang around
Beaufort day. I slept in until around
7:00 which is really unusual for me. I
spent the first part of the morning working on the blog and trying to get
internet service. These marinas all offer
that you can get it on their docks for free but it almost never works. A number of other boats in our
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Name Board and Figure Head |
group have
resorted to buying a WiFi extender which allows them to capture a signal from,
I understand, up to 5 miles away and amplifies it. The guy with the one power boat, Bobby, just
bought one and allows me to use his signal, however, the marina service is
quite slow so it was not particularly effective.
I finally wandered to a
coffee shop that had good coffee and strong internet service and was able to
finally publish the posting. Back at the
boat I did a few chores before Sweet Pea’s
skipper, Sam and her husband offered that we go to the local maritime museum. Our group is scheduled to go there tomorrow
but we have been discussing leaving Beaufort a day early. Her boat can travel only about 4.2 knots and
in two days, we are scheduled make a 50 plus mile run which would
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Canon used to shoot a line to a foundered ship |
mean that she
would have to leave before sun up and get in after dark even if she had no
problems. My boat makes a bit over 5
knots and it would be close for me as well.
The big boats all travel over 6 knots and it is quite doable for
them. We would make the first day run
that would be the same as the trip for the rest of the gang and then cut the
second long day run in half with an anchorage.
As it turns out, that will be our plan.
Back to the museum, it
was a small but well set up collection of seafaring object with a fairly large
presentation of the life and death of Black Beard, the pirate. His
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Period Weapons |
ship, Queen
Anne’s Revenge, was wrecked and sunk near here and was fairly recently
discovered and salvaged. There were many
artifacts on display including cannons and a few timbers. They also had an extensive display that
illustrated the history of the common local fishing craft of the area. We probably spent a couple of hours wandering
through the museum.
From there we crossed
the street to their huge workshop where they build and restore boats using
students and apprentices for their projects. Our next stop was at a marine
consignment shop. This place had quite a
large collection of old stuff.
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Sail demonstration on an old sailing craft |
We got
there by way of one of the fleet cars offered by the marina. They must have 5 or 6 of these old huge Buick
station wagons; the ones with the rear seat pointing aft. We were walking along next to the fleet when
we asked directions of a fellow getting into one of the cars. He offered to take us there. He turns out to be a full time captain of one
of the huge yachts parked there. He has
worked for this family for 15 years piloting this big boat all around.
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Wild horses on Rachel Carson's Reserve |
Back at the boat, we
heard from the boat moored next to me that they had taken their dinghy across
the river to the huge Rachel Carson Reserve where they had seen a herd of wild
horses. So I put the little 2.2 Honda on Damn
Dink Too and invited Bobby to join me.
The island is a totally uninhabited reserve on which you are allowed to
roam as long as you don’t disturb the horses. We did see the herd but they were
a long way off. There must have been 15
or 20 animals in the group.
At around 4:00, a
couple who live in the area and were originally planning on joining our group brought
a table and covered it with wine, cheese, chips and dip and set it up on the
dock in front of my boat. The whole
group eagerly gathered
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Some locals out for a ride |
and devoured the goodies.
I grilled my last steak
and accompanied it with garlic mashed potatoes.
I then purchased another tank of fuel before I sat down with Sam and
Phil to figure out our route for the next two days. From there I took a long
hot shower. And, bed arrived at the
usual time.
That is what I call a nice day. You make it sound as if I might be there with you.
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