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Beaufort, North Carolina

 

What a place!  A quaint town with lovely houses dating from late 18th through the 19th centuries, on a beautiful piece of waterfront, where pelicans and dolphins play the waters, and wild horses graze just across the harbor on a bit of salt marsh!  It’s simply amazing!

This egret was hunting the marshes right next to the horses.

We have heard that at nearby Cape Look Out there is a good possibility of seeing loggerhead turtles, so we hope to go there today for a walk on the beach and turtle viewing!  Our plans may change though because the weather report this morning (marine forecast by Chris Parker via sideband radio) was all about the possibility of latest storm ‘Sandy’ coming up the east coast.  Parker’s recommendation is for everyone to use the next couple of days to get as far south as possible.

So we may just get underway….

I did block the ‘wingspan’ shawl a coupld of days ago….

The Daily Routine Onboard

It starts with a latte made by Bob.  It’s a great way to start the day!  I highly recommend it!

Then, of course, there is knitting.  I knit everyday.  And I plan meals… both those activities go without saying.

On this trip our new tradition is to read from The Boy, Me and the Cat at some point each day.  This is a classic cruising tale about a man, Henry Plummer, and his teenage son who sailed a small catboat down the coast from Massachusetts to Florida during the fall/winter/spring of 1912-1913…. exactly a hundred years ago!  Some things haven’t changed at all during the past century, and some things are light years different…

Henry started his journey a full month after we did.  So, after all my complaining about being cold, I’m now reading how he woke to mornings with icy decks and had to break the ice in the basin in order to have a wash up.  Yikes!  I don’t know anything about hardship, do I?

Some of most entertaining parts of the book involve the antics of Henry’s cat, Scottie, who was drafted into the trip.  She is a feisty little thing, and with no ‘kitty kibble’ onboard her meals are always interesting…

Eleven years ago Bob and I worked on a new edition of this book.  I edited the text and chose some of Henry’s original photos to add to his wonderful line drawings, and Bob worked on all the details of getting the book republished.  It came out in 2001, bankrolled by The Catboat Association, who are the repository for all of the Plummer family’s many treasures related to this book.  Our edition got very high praise from Wooden Boat Magazine, Elizabeth Meyer (founder of IYRS) and even Walter Kronkite!…among others.  We are very proud of this edition, and we worked hard to include lots of information that the previous editions (and subsequent editions too) could not.   This is the only edition that includes Henry’s photos and appendices that include his correspondence from that time, newspaper articles about him, and family information and what became of the Mascot.  It’s a great story whether you read our version of one of the others….but our edition has the most to offer!

So, as we sit anchored in Beaufort, North Carolina, we are reading about Henry’s visit here in early December of 1912.

Turned out at 5 to find all quiet, still and dark. So quiet that from the quarter I could hear the ticking of our little clock.  So calm that each star was mirrored on the water.  Away under power by 7.  Out into a golden sunrise the pride and beauty of the day.  Here was a morning for sun worshippers to kneel.  Sea and sky melted into one great glory in the east and behind us faded into soft pearly mists in which horizons were lost, and we seemed to be floating in air.  So flat the bosom of the sea that the meanest stepmother in the land would have been proud to call it hers.  The duck feathers floated on the surface as lightly as — well, I can’t think just how lightly now, but gosh-dinghed lightly.  We turned her on a 20 mile leg southwest at 8, and sailed all morning on this wonderful sea.  Why can’t somebody come here and tell people of the beauties to be found?

You can see why we look forward to each day’s installment!  Henry Plummer was one of the first adventurers to sail these waters for pleasure.

This evening we will have a little party onboard for other sailors we keep bumping into (not literally!).  We will finish the last of that peck of oysters!

 

Albemarle Sound, Alligator River, and Pamlico Sound

What a lot of exotic names!

First, I want to say that we did get to visit the Museum of the Albemarle before leaving Elizabeth City, and what a treat that was for me!  Can you imagine my happiness at seeing a large floor loom in the entrance to the museum!  My kind of place!

I marched right up to that loom and fondled the warp….before noticing the sign that said “DO NOT TOUCH!”  Oh well….I’m sure they wanted to keep people from touching the loom, not the warp!  Whoever set up the loom did a brilliant job in choosing a warp that would look appropriate to the time period:  8/2 cotton flake that could almost pass for ‘homespun’ in colors that were quite similar to the natural dye colors that would have been available in 1760.  The rest of the museum proved equally fascinating to me.  There were plenty of domestic artifacts from the mid 16th century when the first Europeans arrived in this area, through the mid-20th century. There was an exhibit of Lewis Hine’s photographs of young children working in the textile mills in the 19th century.  Heartrending, compelling photos. The whole museum was lots of fun for me….

Our last stop on the way back to the boat was Quality Seafood, where you could eat in, take out, or buy raw fish.  We got a pound of large local shrimp that looked colossal to me!  We also wanted a dozen or so oysters, but that was not possible.  Oysters are sold by the bushel, 1/2 bushel, or peck.  The woman at the counter assured us that a peck was only enough ‘ersters’ for one of two people, so we opted for that.  When she brought out the bag though it weighed almost 20 pounds and looked like enough for a large party!  Bob had to carry that back to the boat!

Since then we have traveled down the Alligator River which was quite different than I expected.  While the Dismal Swamp was anything but dismal, the Alligator River was anything like its name.  I was expecting quite a lush jungle, and while I’d heard that there are no longer alligators there, I did expect to see lots of other wildlife.  We had heard from other sailors that they had seen both deer and black bear on the Alligator.  I think “dismal” is a far better word for this stretch of water.  There were lots of low stunted shrubs, and half the trees here were dead while the other half are not far behind.  It was very desolate.  A hundred years ago this was a well known place for whistling swans, but we saw none.  No ducks or geese either, in spite of the 20 or so duck blinds in the water and some unused camps on shore.  The only wildlife we saw, which was indeed quite impressive, was three bald eagles.  Two of them were sitting together on the top branch of one of the many dead trees.  I did not know that eagles would tolerate that kind of proximity.  I can’t imagine what they were hunting beyond little rodents because we saw no evidence of life.  It looked like the perfect place to originate ghost stories!

We ended the day with a platter of oysters on the half shell and a gin and tonic!  We had tucked into those oysters already when Bob realized we really should document it!  So we cleaned up the empties, refilled the platter and took the shot!  Doesn’t it look tantalizing?  I can assure you it was!

And those shrimp tasted like my childhood when I’d visit my grandmother on the Gulf on Mexico (the one who taught me to knit 50 years ago), and we’d eat the local shrimp for dinner…. sigh…

Both Albemarle Sound and Pamlico Sound are giant bowls of shallow water….not much to look at to my sensibilities.  When the wind kicks up these shallow waters really get choppy, and I had a good taste of that when we crossed the Albemarle two days ago.  Today Pamlico Sound is calm as bathwater, which I much prefer!

So how is my knitting going, you may ask!  I haven’t even spoken of it in about a week.  Well, I had a good five day hiatus from knitting which is quite rare for me.  I did not take it with me to our friends’ house in Williamsburg.  When we returned to the boat on Monday of this week, I finished the shawl and also finished the very interesting back assembly of the Ann jacket.  That wingspan shawl came together in only two knitting sessions, so I highly recommend it for a quick project, but the Ann jacket has been on the needles since before we left on this trip. It seemed quite odd to me to be casting them both off on the same day! Wouldn’t you know now that I have a shawl ready to wear the weather has gotten warm.  I don’t know if its just a warm spell or if we have gotten ahead of the colder fall weather.

At any rate, I have not been able to block the shawl all week.  The weather has been too damp, although not exactly rain.   I can’t take the chance that the shawl will not dry in one day since it will be pinned out on the bed where we must sleep!  Now I wonder if I’ll ever end up wearing it! I’ll be happy to have it if it should get colder again.  I know the next five days are supposed to be very pleasant, in the 70s.

Lastly, several days ago I discovered that I do have a solution to cold weather if we should encounter it again.  I have a mostly finished Einstein coat in one of my bins!  When I put is aside I was partway through the first sleeve.  I could, in a pinch, swallow my pride and actually wear it, with circular needles dangling off that one sleeve.  Depends on how cold I get….

As I write this, we are on the hook in Oriental, and back into pelican waters.  I’d better make good use of internet availability here to find me some ‘low country erster’ recipes cause we sure have a lot more to eat!

We have seen so much activity in the air since arriving in North Carolina.  We passed a Coast Guard air station full of helicopters and even Coast Guard planes which I’ve never seen before, as well as another new sight for me: a blimp hangar!  There was one blimp up in the air and one down on the ground, and yesterday we were entertained by an hour’s worth of crazy maneuvers by an F15 fighter jet.  I bet Bob posts photos….

Days 38 – 40    , October 17 – 19: Elizabeth City, through Albemarle Sound, the Alligator River and Pamlico Sound to Oriental, North Carolina.

North Carolina!

Days 36-37, October 15-16: Dismal Swamp to Elizabeth City, North Carolina

I must be acclimating to the slower pace of life on board because I was impressed that in barely one month of sailing we have entered North Carolina! What a different way of thinking when I would have expected to get to North Carolina in one very long day of driving.  A month of sailing seems quite the right speed.

Here is a ‘do it yourself’ bridge that a local farmer installed in order to get his cattle from one side of the canal to the other.  The guide book asks boaters to be patient with the farmer moving his livestock if the bridge should be closed when approaching it.

The further south we went along the Dismal Swamp, the more duck weed we saw!  It looked like continents of duck weed!

Entering the second lock at South Mills, this time accompanied by quite a few more boats! Going down was even easier than going up.

We exited the canal into Posquotank River to arrive at Elizabeth City at noon on Tuesday.  There is a well established tradition here of boats being welcomed to a free night of dockage and a wine and cheese party by local volunteers who continue the tradition of the well known “Rose Buddies” started by Fred Fearing and Joe Kramer in the mid-1980s. While both Joe and Fred have passed on, I was very fortunate to meet Fred’s good friend Gus, who personally welcomed me to Elizabeth City.

Every evening that there are boats on the dock these volunteers host a wine and cheese reception for the sailors.  Here I am with Gus on the left (of the photo) and former mayor Carl on the right.  Can you see my rose? Fred grew roses until his death in the mid-2000s, and every evening at the reception he would give a rose to each woman present!  His rose bushes have now been transplanted to the harbor’s edge.

This is the dawn that greeted us this morning.  If I didn’t know the weather is supposed to be stunning today, I’d sure never venture out with this warning of both red and mackerel sky!

Today we plan to visit the Albemarle Museum and the local fish market.  Then off we go the rest of the way down the Posquotank River and across Albemarle Sound to the Alligator River.  It all sounds quite exotic, doesn’t it?

Entering the Intracoastal Waterway

Days and days have gone by with lots of beautiful sights and miles under our keel.

Days 33-34, October 13-14: Williamsburg, Virginia
Day 35, October 15: Hampton to Newport News and Norfolk, then into the Dismal Swamp 

We left Pandora on her hook in Hampton, Virginia, in order to visit our dear friends, Harris and Barbara, in Williamsburg.  As Bob predicted, we all regressed to the age when we met and became friends, roughly our mid-20s. There is no therapy like laughter, and we did a lot of that over the weekend.  We were spoiled with Harris and Barbara’s wonderful home cooked meals, visits with some of their local friends, and catching up on lots of family news.  We had a terrific time!

The contrasts in sights we’ve seen from the overwhelming display of naval power along the shores of Newport News and the commercial shipping of Norfolk to the tranquil, unspoiled sights of the Dismal Swamp are about as shockingly different as I can imagine any two days could be…

This is the buoy nun “RA36” which marks the beginning of the Intracoastal Waterway, mile 1.  We passed this on Monday, mid-morning, and I knew we were on to something completely different!

We entered the Dismal Swamp through my first lock on Tuesday morning, and what a complete contrast this is from the channel that runs through Norfolk. Just before entering the canal we had to lock through at Deep Creek Lock.  This is my first experience at locks, and I’m happy to say that it was not nearly as adventurous as I’d anticipated.  At this lock we went from the salt water of Norfolk up four feet into the fresh water of the swamp canal.

The Dismal Swamp is stunning and does not seem very much like a swamp and certainly is not dismal.

There just aren’t words to describe how beautiful this passage of water is.  It is a narrow channel of tea colored water, with verdant growth coming right down to the water on either side.  The woods are so lush it’s breathtaking.  All but the tallest trees are covered in vines.  There are very few ferns in the undergrowth, mostly vines.  The fall color is just beginning so we saw patches of red and yellow, and leaves were floating down on us as we motored south down the canal.  There were lots of leaves in the water already.  It was a beautiful fall day, bright sun and deep clouds which made dappled sunlight on the water for the whole trip.  The wind alternated from light breezes to fairly strong breezes, and this was reflected by the changing look of the water, from mirror surface dotted with leaves that reflected a perfect image of the clouds above and the trees overhanging both banks, alternating with ruffled water from the stronger breezes.  The canal is so straight that I could see a long distance down the way, and I could see the mirror surface changing to ruffled and back to mirror again a long way before we got to those bits of water.

We saw lots of painted turtles sunning themselves on  bits of logs and branches along the way, and at one point we were surprised by a wild turkey flying right across our bow!  This place is so serene….calm water, lush woodlands, the sound of birds (and unfortunately in some places the sounds of highway).  There were mallards on the water and Canada geese overhead.  If you’re not familiar with Dismal Swamp which is a national park, you might be surprised to learn that it was built under the direction of a group of men that included George Washington, starting in the 1760s.  Washington was president of the Dismal Swamp Company decades before he held the more memorable presidency.  The swamp was dug by slaves, and no doubt that was extremely dismal.

Dusk approaches, there is only a zephyr of wind as we sit on board Pandora gazing at the passing clouds mirrored in the still surface of the water.  It’s time for a Hendrick’s G&T!

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