Jun 012011
We’ve been mostly motoring the ICW through North Carolina this week, so I haven’t stepped off the boat since Sunday and most of the time we’ve had no cell or internet service. The water looks like tea from all the tannins and white boats get stained. The scenery is varied. Some of the rivers and sounds are so wide the land disappears and through creeks and canals it’s so narrow just a few feet out of the channel risks ripping the hull on a tree stump or getting hopelessly embedded in the mud. Fortunately we have avoided such outcomes to date. Tonight we are staying at the infamous Conjock Marina, unofficial gateway between Virginia and the wilds of the Carolinas, whose restaurant is best known for its hushpuppies.