Left Town Creek Marina Sunday morning. Our planned time (something we haven’t done much of lately), was 8:30 am. We squeezed out of our tight slight slip into a tighter fairway (I like to use this word because it sounds like I know what I am talking about—I’ve known this word in this context now for almost 3 weeks), which is the run of water between 2 rows of slips. I managed to barely hit 1 boat on the exit, backing out. No damage to either boat. I just had a serious conversation with myself on how that little bump could have been avoided. With all that wind, I came to no conclusion.
We drove around to the other side of the marina, as it was time for fuel and a pump-out. We almost made it to the fuel dock when the 22 mph squall came up. Rain was horizontal and lasted about 30 minutes. Amanda had her second shower of the day trying to manage fenders and lines while I tried to pilot our little boat and keep it in the water instead of sitting on the dock. The good news, no damage done. We should have sat in our nice cozy slip until after the storm passed. We knew we had weather coming, but really thought it would come after we were underway. WRONG.
Our trip was only about 20 miles to our anchorage in Oriental NC. Shallow, but well protected, we enjoyed the afternoon reading and soaking up a few rays until sunset.