Which, if you look at the map, really was only about a 25 mile trip as the crow flies. If more people boated there would have been a handy canal that connected New Bern to Swansboro. More reason to root for global warming, I guess.
|Driving on instruments. |
And a look out, just in case
No real incident along the way. We got waked a couple of times by "the migration", which is a bunch of fast moving boats heading south for the winter. We almost had a run in (literally) with some guy who insisted on being within feet of us passing, and once by us he had the nerve to raise his arms in a "What are you doing?" manner. I almost turned my boat around so I could tell him:
- We're already on the far side of the channel, and you were in the middle. Where did you want us to go?
- We are a 40 foot lumbering vessel, and you're a zippy 20 fishing boat, making you much more maneuverable, so maneuver!
- There was more depth on that side of the channel if you had yielded
- And you must draft about a foot anyway, so you don't need to be in the f-ing channel, anyway!
|"The fish finder says right here!"|
After all the time up north this was also our first "ah, yes, current!" experience. We're docked at the town dock and wanted to stern in, which made getting on and off the boat much easier. But the currents twisted in various directions, making it a tricky thing to do. After 6 tries, I finally got her in. I wanted to give up and bow in. My husband urged us to do it right.
And we did!
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