As we headed for the dock the winds were still a bit strong on our stern. We passed a brand new dock wall that looked official, like tour boats would have used -- it's was in front of a park with a gazebo and bleachers. The transient docks were still up a ways. But Russ, who stood on the bow, noticed someone waving their arm, then pointing to the wall. I spun inQuest around, docked her against it, and the man who got our attention helped us with lines. We thanked him for offering the spot and chatted, thinking he was the dock master or some other town official. Nope. Just a guy who lives on a boat (which he pointed to down a ways). His name was Scott.
|Sleepy downtown Plymouth|
When Russ checked in he made sure they knew our location, and that Scott said the conditions would have been tough to get parked up river. They said, "Scott would know."
Plymouth is that kind of town. Currently doing a massive revitalization, it remains a small "everyone knows everyone else" kind of place. It's claim to fame is that, in 1863 and 1864, a number of battles were fought here for possession of the town between the Confederate and Union forces. And it currently has moored a life-size replica of the CSS Albemarle, an iron-clad boat created to sink other boats.
|Idyllic parking spot for inQuest|
|While out walking we passed this funeral home.|
It's name is Toodle's.
Nope, I probably shouldn't have laughed that hard.
|Cute old train station, now a museum.|
|Sunset last night in Edenton.|
The old lighthouse is on the right.
Too pretty a picture not to share.