Tuesday June 5, 1012
Although we planned to leave later in the morning, the dawn was fresh and the urge to move on was high. We cast the lines and were on our way by about 8 am or so. I laid in the cockpit reading as Fred took the helm. By lunch time I dug around the refer and pulled out some leftover chicken, fried mushrooms and Mozzarella cheese sticks and gulped it down with a Root Beer. The Intracoastal Waterway was as smooth as glass, meandering all over the place like a snake from one side to another. The lime green marsh grass was beautiful reflecting on the river with the dark oaks separating it from the Carolina Blue sky. What a sight. Dolphin played in the waters all the way, lazily coming to the surface for a breath of air. Serenity was everywhere and it made it hard for me to concentrate on the book. I finally put it down and took pictures, enjoying my Mothers back yard when she way younger. I wondered why anyone would leave here but I soon knew, in order to grow, we must move along in life. I felt like I did a full circle for my Mom yesterday. She is a great southern lady and a beautiful Mom! I am anxious to see them now and reality hit me that Sunday may be the day to see them again. Excitement grew and I didn’t want to stop last night, anticipating our arrival on Sunday, if we don’t run into any hitches along the way. Another reason Sunday is exciting is that there is another bonus to our arrival on that day. Jennifer, my favorite niece, is staying with my parents until then, when Jim and Linda will be in Wilmington to pick her up and take her back to Apex, NC. So...I get to see them also. I want to get there early, although it will probably be in the afternoon. No matter what plans are made on a sail boat, I have come to realize we are not in control of the timing, anywhere! This has taught me patience and helped me slow down in life and enjoy what I have at that given moment. As we approached our anchorage, even though I had no idea where it was, I got the feeling we were near. I woke up Fred, who was taking a nap below and old him I thought we may be near our destination for the day because it was close to 5:00 in the evening. Our anchorage was in sight, among the meandering marsh grasses on what looked like a creek very similar to my parents back yard on Howe’s Creek in Wilmington. Home was near, I could feel it. I gave Fred the helm and with excitement of chatter, completely distracted him, bringing us on a shoal. This time, I knew we had 3 hours of daylight and we were out of the waterway so if at worse, we could ride out the tides. Within minutes he had us off and anchor set. Dinner was pasta with diced tomatoes, and basil pesto, made by Denise Aiken finished with a romaine salad with tomatoes. I could have eaten more it was so good. Thanks Denise for the delicious pesto. I want that recipe along with the squash casserole we had the other night. Yummmmm!
We watched a movie after the day slipped behind the horizon and I made the last two mini bags of microwave popcorn. We ran out of propane while I made the spaghetti. Perfect timing. Tomorrow we are eating out and then there are 3 days to run the propane off the small grill tanks. We couldn’t have timed that better. We also have the grill. Life on the water is wonderful. I can’t wait to regroup and do it again!
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