Sweetgrass in Charleston

We are in Charleston, and I have not posted anything here since our arrival last Thursday.  Bob has posted lots of photos and descriptions of what we’ve been up to, and he’s done such a thorough job, that I’m not inclined to try to catch up!

I’ve been distracted.  We are photographing doors and window boxes, something I’m always intrigued to do… I’ve been thinking of window box images taken from every place I’ve been in the past decade or so…. Maine, France, England, now Charleston.  There are so many beautiful little window gardens…  I’d like to choose a few and weave them using Theo Moorman technique as Daryl Lancaster does (and as I have now done a couple of times), and put them together in a window frame fashion.  I’ve got just the spot in our house for this…

I’ve also been distracted thinking about the potential group tapestry project that the Wednesday Group might do.  For the first time in aeons I have been reading papers on classical literature and reliving my past when this was such a major part of my life.  It’s been aeons of aeons since then.  It’s rekindling the love of words and ancient languages that I’ve neglected for so long…

And I’ve been looking for the perfect basket.  Actually, I saw it last Thursday, on my first day in the Charleston Market, but I did not know it until I’d spent days looking at hundreds more baskets!

I didn’t realize that I would have so many choices.  And in the end that perfect basket was still waiting for me this morning, although when I finally realized it someone was holding it, considering it for themselves.  They put it down, and I heard them say, “I’ll think about it and come back”…..bam!  It is now mine.

Carlene Habersham made my basket. Here she is making some last minute adjustments to the rim.

She had this book on display in her booth

Carlene said the basket on the cover was made by her grandmother.  She then turned to the pages that highlighted both her grandmother’s and her mother’s work.  I was duly impressed.  But most of all, I just love the basket she made.

Last Thursday I spoke to another woman, Susie, who had some very delicate small baskets on display.  I wanted six of them to give to some basket making friends of mine.  Susie said only her daughter did work that small, and she called to ask if her daughter could make six miniature baskets over the weekend.  Susie told me to come back today and they would be ready.  Luckily for me, her daughter came too so I could meet her.

There were lots of other stalls with small baskets, but only these were done to a scale that was pleasing to the size of the basket.  Aren’t they lovely?

This basket is done by Susie’s other daughter.  It caught my eye as I was leaving their booth.

I am in basket heaven….

Days 52 – 56, Nov. 1 – 5: Charleston, South Carolina

A Golden Landscape of Sweetgrass

Today we are underway in a bright, fall landscape.  Miles and miles of abandoned rice paddies on either side of us, now turned to fields of sweet grass interrupted by stands of cypress.  I hope to find some sweetgrass baskets for sale somewhere along the way.  Lots of bird life here:  huge flocks of purple martins that darken the sky as they swoop by.  They are all around, swooping in the distance then suddenly behind us and around us and charging off ahead.  I don’t think there can be many insects left for them to eat on these cold days.  Every mile or so we see a bird of prey silhouetted in a dead cypress.  Mostly hawks and buzzards…eagles are getting rarer down here.  We’ve been told we might see alligators, and we’re watching for them…

Yesterday we spent another night in our secluded little Jericho Creek, all alone.  We’ve kept warm by baking bread and other comfort foods.  One morning I made an apple Dutch baby,  mmmmm…  One evening recently I made pasta.  For 30 some odd years I’ve always mixed up the dough with a food processor, but really, it’s just egg and flour.  I was pretty certain I would do fine using a pastry cutter, and woohoo!  It works like a charm.  I will probably forego the food processor from here on, even at home.  I rolled out the dough with my little hand crank pasta machine.  It is on board with me since it doesn’t take up much room, and I left the cutter attachment at home. Even at home I rarely use that since I prefer to hand cut wide pappardelle type pasta.  I figured if I got this little workhorse home from Italy in my tiny suitcase many decades ago, I could surely find a small space for it on Pandora!  I’m very glad I brought it along!

I awoke this morning with a soft light shining in my eyes and thought I must have slept quite late, but it was the moon (one day past full) casting a silvery beam on me.  It was 52 degrees in our cabin!  Brrrrrrr!  Outside the temperature was in the 40s.  Time to make haste southward!

We were off just after 7.30 as the sun rose, and for a brief and fragile moment I saw the real proof of Homer’s phrase “rosy fingered dawn.”   The tips of the sweet grass and branches of cypress were tinged rose in the first light of day….I don’t think it lasted more than a couple of minutes.  It was breathtaking!

Happy Hallowe’en!  I’m afraid we won’t get much of a spooky celebration today unless we think of devious tricks to play on each other. And there is no candy on board, so if anything, it will just be tricks,  no treats. We will not reach civilization until tomorrow.  Today is a long 60 miles or so through a narrow cut in these low lands, through marsh and by swirling inlets.

Now, in late afternoon, we have just anchored in a small creek just north of Charleston.  The wind blew hard all day, from the high teens up to 25 mph.  The sun glinted brightly on the wind ruffled waters, but by late afternoon I was exhausted from the glare.  Never so happy to be out of it for now.  As we moved out of the creeks and back into saltier waters we began to see more pelicans again.  Boy!  They look so clumsy as they plunge into the water head first and create a huge splash. Doesn’t seem like they could possibly catch anything that way! Bob saw one dolphin!  No alligators…

I can just see a bit of Charleston on the horizon, promising many luxuries which I welcome!  I do love a secluded bit of space in a lovely landscape, but now I’m ready for some civilization!

We have more than 1000 miles under our keel now.  At no point in my previous life would I have wagered anything on me doing a trip like this.  And now suddenly I’ve wracked up over 1000 miles of sailing.  I scarcely believe it….

Day 50, October 30: Jericho Creek
Day 51, October 31: JerichoCreek to Long Creek 

An Anniversary Bouquet

Way up a creek with nothing but the swallows and hawks for company, Bob really wanted to give me a bouquet of flowers for the landmark anniversary of meeting each other several decades ago.  Pretty nice job!  And he risked life and limb to get these water hyacinths! (You never know….what with alligators lurking in the sweetgrass.) You can’t get these in any florist!

The Rainbow after the Storm

As I write this hurricane Sandy is hitting the shores where all my family and dear friends live.  I’m holding my breath until I hear from everyone, at least a day or so from now…

Meanwhile, the winds will continue strong here until the end of this week, and we are in glorious sunshine with clear skies and bright white clouds.  The autumn colors of the cypress swamps in the Waccamaw River are stunning, and our rainbow came in the form of a woman named June.

June is related to my oldest childhood friend, and we were so lucky to spend some time with her on this journey.  Her family has lived in this area for many generations.  It’s an area of cypress swamps, fields of sweetgrass, so much bird life and aquatic life…turtles, fish, alligators

June took us visit Brookgreen Gardens, which is not only a stunning garden set on the grounds of four historical plantations which were combined by the Huntingtons to create this space for displaying outdoor sculpture, but also over the years has acquired the largest collection of American sculpture in the US.  And it’s a magnificent place.  June’s family lived here when the Huntingtons began their plan for making Brookgreen, and I imagine June must have been a young girl when the gardens first opened in the 1930s.  June’s mother worked at the gardens when she was growing up, and June herself also worked here for more than a decade.  She made a perfect tour guide for our visit!

There are so many stunning works in these gardens, so beautifully displayed in the landscape…. it was a visual feast, and it didn’t take long for me to become visually overstimulated!

All through the landscape are live oaks dripping with Spanish moss.  Stunning… As it turns out, they grow quite quickly, so although these trees look as old as time, in reality they are only about 300 years old.

Afterward June took us to see Murrels Inlet where we saw a large flock of Wood Storks!  I did not know there were any storks in the US!  What a thrill!

We ended the day on June’s back deck, watching the light change toward sunset along the salt marsh estuaries of the inlet.

I can’t possibly describe how special this day was to us!  It was a day of days….and should I mention?…. well, okay, twist my arm…. this day of days was a landmark for us.  Forty years ago, can you believe it?….40 years ago…. we had our first date.  What a magnificent way to recognize our long life together.

 We have motored a little further down the Waccamaw and are anchored in another secluded spot off the river called Jericho Creek.  Today is about 10 degrees colder than yesterday, so I am bundled in my wingspan shawl and a pair of handknit wool socks.  I’ll be making something hot and comforting for dinner.

Day 47 and 48, October 27 and 28: Cow House Creek, off the Waccamaw River, SC.
Day 49, October 29: Cow House Creek to Jericho Creek, SC.

Waiting out the Storm

I should get a good amount of knitting done while waiting for Hurricane Sandy to pass by.  Luckily we are far enough south that Sandy will not even be a tropical storm in these parts, much less a hurricane.  We expect winds of about 35 mph with gusts to 50.  The downside is that this is a very slow moving system, and we may be stuck in one place for as long as five days.  On the bright side, more time to knit and read….

As I write, Sandy is wreaking havoc on the Bahamas.  Such a beautiful area, always so fragile due to these terrible storms.  And New England is hunkering down for a combination hurricane/snow storm that is being dubbed “Frankenstorm.”  Yikes!

I’m worried about all my family and friends who live from New Jersey up through New England.  Stay safe, dear ones!

Meanwhile, I knit…..and knit…

I could not figure out a good way to photograph the finished ‘Wingspan’ shawl.  This is the best I could manage…

I’ll be wrapped in it shortly when the temperatures drop tomorrow or Sunday…

It is beginning to feel like I’ve been knitting the “Ann Jacket” (Vivian Hoxbro) for half my life.  It is a lot of knitting.  I am about two-thirds done with the 3rd body panel (out of four total).  Where am I going to get the energy for that last panel??  Then there will be all the plain knitting for the sleeves!  Sheesh!  I really do want to wear it so I’ve just got to muddle on.  It is so cleverly designed, but it is endless knitting…

This is the finished back.

The two body panels are knitted together in a very clever fashion by picking up stitches going up the left body panel, place a marker, cast on a number of stitches (and the number of stitches cast on here are what will determine the width of this center panel!), place marker, pick up stitches going down the second body panel.  As you knit along this very long row of stitches you decrease on both sides of each market (every other row) so that the knitting begins to form a mitered triangle at the very center back!  By the time you have only one stitch between the two markers you hold the two ends of your circular needle together (with the wrong sides of the body panels facing outward) and use a third needle to cast off all stitches.  Yes, that one stitch between the two markers does mean there are an odd number of stitches to be cast off…. so the last “K 1 st. from each needle together” becomes “knit last stitch from one needle together with the last 2 stitches from other needle.”

I know….it doesn’t show up very well in such dark yarn!  Here is a close up view:

Funny how things often happen when they are meant to happen.  I have put aside my swing knitted jacket “Soo Feminine” because I wasn’t happy with the finishing technique. Now, assembling that jacket looks like a perfect use for Hoxbro’s mitered technique from the “Ann Jacket!”  Should be interesting looking with the long color changes of the Kauni 8/2 Effektgarn I used…and I hope will complement the swing knitted shapes.

But… before I return to the swing jacket, I really want to finish this one.  So, onward….

Day 46, October 26: North Myrtle Beach

Ibis, Dolphins, Pelicans, and even a knitting store

North Carolina has been a lovely place to visit!  We’ve seen the first palm trees of the trip, although I doubt they are native.  They look transplanted, but have adapted well to the climate.

There are flocks and flocks of pelicans!  People here must take them for granted as such a common sight, but I find them so exotic!  Yesterday Bob saw one sitting in the water, with the sun striking him just so that he could see the silhouette of the fish inside his bill!  A great big fish….just like the limerick!

Couldn’t count them all!

Almost every inlet we’ve passed going down the coast has brought in dolphins who play at the side of the boat.  One dolphin kept leaping out of the water right beside me while I was at the helm.  He (she?) kept switching from one side of the aft quarter to the other, and I kept flinging myself from side to side hoping to photograph him in mid air!  At one point he cleared his blow hole and shot water in our cockpit!  He was so close….but I did not get the photo!  I did manage to run aground….. new rule: the helmsman must stay focused, no taking photos while driving!

What a lovely soft landscape down here.  All low country, with pearly white sand beaches, beautiful marsh grasses that are a brilliant gold/green in the sunlight….just like the amber waves of gold in the Midwest!  Only these fields of gold are cut through with shimmering estuaries in an amazing color of bright turquoise.  When I look straight down at the water next to the boat it is a wonderful shade of sea green.  When I look out across the water, or into the winding veins of the estuaries, it is blue-green.  Lovely.  And there has been sunshine all week.

We’ve seen lots of Long Leaf Pines, the wood that Bob used to make my first loom 36 years ago.  We’ve seen flocks of egrets sitting in trees like big white pillows.  The fish are jumping everywhere, which makes us think there are dolphins chasing them.  Certainly the hunting is very good for the bird life.  There are so many birds.  I realized that some of the egrets I saw are really ibis. How cool!

And speaking of birds…. North Carolina is chock full of man-made birds too!  We have been inundated by military aircraft in these waters.  At Camp LeJeune I saw two Ospreys flying in formation for about an hour.  Quite impressive.  We’ve seen more of those huge troop carrying helicopters than we can count!  We hear them coming long before we see them!

We are in Southport, North Carolina, today.  This is a quintessential lovely southern town.  Big wide boulevards, gigantic live oaks (draped in epiphytic ferns called “resurrection ferns”) shading the sidewalks, lovely historic houses dating from the early 19th century.  Many of the houses have huge upper floor porches for looking out at Cape Fear.  That inlet is a scary piece of water, as its name implies!

Oh, how I’d love to sit on this porch with an iced tea!

We need to get away from here pretty soon due to hurricane Sandy, which will be arriving in the Bahamas in the next day or so.  We’ll continue down the coast into South Carolina, only a few miles further.  From there the ICW heads inland, and that should give us good protection from the coming storm.

I always check each port we visit to see if there is a knitting store.  There is one in Southport, so mark your map if you travel this way!  It is called Angelwing Needle Arts and carries embroidery and quilting fabrics as well as knitting yarns.  It is a pretty shop with lots of temptations. I’m sorry to report that I did not find them as friendly as Frivolous Fibers in St. Michael’s, Maryland….but hey…that’s what makes Frivolous Fibers so memorable!

As I wrote this Bob took a walk and has returned with a pound of large shrimp fresh off the boat!  They still have their heads!  $5.00/lb….for that price we can clean them ourselves.  Should make a great shrimp cocktail

Day 42, October 22: anchored in Mile Hammock at Camp LeJeune, North Carolina
Day 43, October 23: on mooring in Carolina Beach, North Carolina
Day 44, October 24: docked at “Fishy Fishy” Restaurant inSouthport, North Carolina (Cape Fear inlet)

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?