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!"|