Rockpile!

No, not Dave Edmunds and Nick Lowe, although we are now in "low country" (sorry), but I'm getting ahead of myself.

We spent Monday night in an anchorage in Wrightsville Beach, NC. Thank God the satellite dish was working and Espo was able to watch the Steelers game or there would most certainly been mutiny.

We woke up to discover that due to current and wind, we were in a precarious position relative to a couple of sailboats and had to beat it out of there. Bade farewell to Espo and the contents of our holding tank (we were sorry to see Espo depart, but glad to unload the rest) and headed for the Cape Fear river.

Along the way a few Marine patrol boats came out to gawk at Seadee -

and later we were forced to repel a band of pirates.

We now know how Cape Fear got its name. Wind and current combined to give us quite a bumpy ride and scrambled the contents of all the cabinets not to mention my brain.

Spent the night at the Saint James Plantation Marina. Highlight was finding the same bottle of wine that I had paid $21 for in Portsmouth for $11.99 (sorry Larry, not the Reisling).

Got up long before the sun in order to get in a long day today so we can make Charleston tomorrow night. Cold down here at 5:30AM. Damn cold!

Which brings me back to the Rockpile - a very narrow channel in the Waterway blasted out of granite. Not much margin for error or passing, but as usual, the Captain did a masterful job.

We were rewarded at the end of the day with a beautiful cruise down the Waccama River with no one in sight for miles, moss on the trees, and the sun shining brightly.

Finally crossed the border today in to Sout Carolina. We're in the Wacca Wache Marina where we will have an early dinner at the Boondocks River Grill and another early departure tomorrow AM.

Now I gotta find out if Andy has any Rockpile on his I-Pod.