We arrived in Southport a little confused about the configuration of the marina. It turns out we were on a smaller T-dock that was half hidden by the larger T-dock for the fuel, office and pumpout. It was a tricky docking with the wind and the current. For a moment it seemed that we were going buy a little runabout fishing boat that was small enough to be hard to see from the wheel, but big enough to be expensive. But no touch, no foul.
We had breakfast on Mother's Day at a little diner on neighboring Oak Island. Not the Oak Island of money pit fame, but interesting in that it became an island only through the digging of the intracoastal waterway in the 30's, severing its connection with the mainland. As we arrived it started pouring rain. We were able to get an Uber out, but with a small town on a Sunday, Mothers Day even, and the torrential rain we couldn't get one back. We eventually called a taxi, picking up our packages at the marina office on our way. They had arrived the day before us.
For Mother's Day dinner we headed over to the Frying Pan, right on the water. We called our moms, and Heather took calls. It was the first Mothers Day since my grandmother had passed. We made new routes all the way to Oriental, which is probably our next major stop. We're starting to try and figure out what our plan is if a hurricane starts flirting with the Chesapeake.
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