Wednesday June 6, 2012
The day was wet and I mean WET as in dripping! Cold had worked it’s way to the south in June and I thought heat on the boat would serve it justice. By the time we poked out heads out the companion way, we found we were the only ones left in this marshy quiet anchorage. The foggy mist hovered over the marsh grass, making it a good day to just crawl back in bed and sleep the way away. But, we had an agenda and we were sticking to it. I brewed a pot of fresh coffee and lit a candle, hoping those two combined would warm the cabin up a little. Neither of us were anxious to go, Fred laid down on the settee to continue, what it seemed like, his morning oversleep. I finally asked him if we were going anywhere, although I knew he didn’t want to go out in the cold dreary morning, and asked him how long it took to get to Charleston from there. “Three hours” which pleased me tremendously. Who wanted to be topside all day in this mess. It continued to rain and the window never came to pull anchor so Fred put on an all weather jacket, zipped up tight and said I am going up sweetie, you just stay down here and stay dry. I kept him full of coffee and morning snacks, happy to be dry until we arrived in Charleston City Marina. I read along the way, trying to finish my book before we got home, knowing I would not complete the reading once we arrived in Wilmington, not for awhile anyway.
I called my cousin and she came to the marina. The marina is so big, we had a golf cart bring her to the boat. We were two boats short of being the farthest boat from the office. It seemed a mile away but I know it wasn’t. We went to Smokey Oaks restaurant for dinner and ordered a platter to be shared but all of us. On it there was a rack of ribs, 1/2 chicken, smoked sausage, pulled pork, beef brisket, fried okra, mac and cheese, collard greens, corn muffins and friend onion rings. We stuffed ourselves on that southern BBQ feast and sent three containers of food home with Wanda. It was great getting caught up on family news and sharing our childhood memories, smiling and laughing the whole evening. Fred passed the test with her, she likes him. When someone comes into the family, they need to be checked out by everyone when possible. He did good! He spent the evening listening and laughing, poor guy got a few words in between our breaths. Fred really likes our family, ones he has so far had the opportunity to meet anyway. We are all crazy and he fits! Wanda drove us around Charleston showing us her work and important places in her life as we continued our t way chat, leaving Fred to mind the road from the passenger seat. One of the highlights was the place my Dad was stationed when he dated my Mom. That was a treat, and again, brought me back to times gone by. We also went to a gardens, flowing with perennials and annuals, going on forever it seemed. The sun was setting and we make it back to the boat. I am not sure what time Wanda left the Casa Mare’ but she insisted on walking back alone, in case there was someone looking for a great gal on the dock somewhere between us and her car. I need to call her to see if she saw any prospects. (Just kidding)
This will be our last dockage until we arrive in Wilmington, and that may be an anchoring also, since we have yet to find a place for Casa Mare’ except Masonboro Yacht Club. We are hoping to find something closer to my home. Until then, we may just anchor out and dink it to Mom and Dad’s on Howe’s Creek. If anyone hears of anything that will accommodate a sailboat with a 5 foot draft, call me.
3 1/2 more days! “Are we there yet?”
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