South from Beaufort the sound is wide, but the channel deep enough for us is pretty narrow. We quickly were confronted with this guy. Note the red channel marker in the background for reference. He had both nets out and was blocking most of the channel.
We made it past the fishermen and then were confronted with something more unusual. I don't specifically remember these on the way up. People had them as decorations in their yards along the waterway. At least I can tell that the second one is a giraffe. I'm not quite sure what the hell the first one is. Maybe the witch from The Little Mermaid?
Since we had learned to call and reserve a slip before the day we needed it they had room for us this time in Surf City, so we didn't have to anchor off of Camp Lejeune again. Surf City was an awesomely walkable little beach town, with many restaurants, a liquor store, and even a small grocery all within a short stroll. The light on the water in the picture below almost makes it look like a sandy beach.
The next day we made our way down to Southport. We have tried to get much more specific on the radio and phone on what we will be dealing with when we dock, and now we have a fairly detailed list of questions. What we hadn't accounted for was young folks who had never docked an expensive boat between even more expensive boats answering the questions, perhaps without even realizing they were making assumptions that made little sense. Here Heather earned here docking t-shirt. I'm sure she didn't expand the young dockhand's vocabulary, but it was entertaining, at least afterwards. Now our list is even more specific. The learning continues.
We had dinner at another Provisioning Company, this one strictly a restaurant on the other side of the marsh, a short, pleasant walk away. It is one of those seafood shack type places that is friendly enough but expends most of their effort on the food rather than the service or decor, which is just fine by us. For once I had fish, which was very good, while Heather continued with her shrimp streak. I think she may finally be reaching the limits of her seafood desires. The sunset while we ate was particularly colorful.
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