|View from the boat; a feral horse grazing|
As of late we've been traveling at quite a snail's pace. First, we spent four days in Oriental, then we made the 25 mile trip to Beaufort and we've been sitting here for four days waiting on weather and some fan parts. This cute little town has lots of history and museums to keep
|More pretty scenery|
Moving was a bit of a mess, we both had our glasses on and with the rain and wind we could neither see nor hear each other as Ron raised the anchor and I maneuvered the boat. At one point he yelled out that he was going to drop the anchor, to which I immediately responded by putting the boat in gear and moving forward (not how one should anchor) because I couldn't hear him. The second attempt worked out fine though and we were at a much more comfortable distance from shore. We spent the rest of the night listening to the wind howl through the rigging and getting up every hour or so to make sure we weren't kissing the shore.
|Tons and TONS of these little guys running around|
|Hiking around the preserve|
Even after a thoroughly history-filled morning walking around and going through the Maritime Museum, Ron put on his big boy pants and came with to check out the Old Burying Ground. With moss-covered graves scattered in a pretty disorderly arrangement, some of which you had to step over as they were in the middle of the walkway, we meandered around reading headstones that were still legible, some dating back to the 1700s. There was also a pamphlet provided that tells stories of some of the more interesting residents of the cemetery. So many interesting, and even odd, stories. I was in heaven. Ron was entirely creeped out. Like to the point that he wouldn't even take any pictures. What a Nancy!
|Ready to get my history on!|
|Eagle eye climbs the rail to claim a lost $5 bill|
|Backstreet Pub- a recommendation that didn't disappoint|
Now that the temps have (again) dropped and the rain has set in, we're ready to get this boat further South and in the sunshine!