Left Skull Creek, eyelids dragging, but I did remember to pull up the anchor, so the boat did fine. We traveled about 17 miles to Beaufort’s City Marina. Had our first experience tying to a mooring ball. There were no pictures and non witnesses, thankfully, as we didn’t exactly tackle that one with gracefulness. We lunched at the Blackstone Cafe and enjoyed the best fries, which weren’t fried, but baked. Very crispy and grease-less. Awesome.
Covered another 20 miles after lunch and anchored at Rock Creek. The cut was narrow and shallow at low tide, but we neither saw or heard from anyone one passing by until 8 or so the next morning. We were dead tired and were in bed by 9 pm, sleeping like a college freshman who just finished rush. Amanda did wake me up about midnight to witness the almost full moon rising up over the marsh in a ball of fire that took our breath away. A nice reminder that our God never slumbers, nor sleeps. But having that peace of mind, I quickly continued mine.
