Dropped the hook in Calabash Creek today, which is right by the little River Inlet. This is the last stop before Myrtle Beach and as you might imagine, we’re a little antsy and more then a little excited. Yesterday was a pretty cool day in that our daughter, Genne, surprised us with a quick drive down from Myrtle Beach to meet us at Southport. She said she just couldn’t wait any longer to see us! We hadn’t seen our granddaughter, Eliana, or Genne for six months, so the surprise was very welcome.
So, backtracking a little bit, after we left Oriental, the next stop was Mile Hammock Bay. MHB is a part of Camp Lejeune and you never know what you might see coming and going from the anchorage. One night it was blackhawks flying over us at what seemed like mast height. Heading south there’s a six mile stretch of the ICW that goes though part of their live fire range. At times when they are shooting across the ICW, they will close that section.
From MHB, it was on to Wrightsville Beach. The only thing we needed there was more bottled water. We found it and paid the tourist price of 7 bucks a case. Later that night the wind shifted and picked up quite a bit. When that happens I will venture outside and take a look around to get our bearing and generally check things out. As I looked over to our port side here comes this monohull dragging his anchor at a pretty good clip. He’s about to drag into this 60 foot powerboat and at that point no one was aware of what was happening. I blew our horn trying to attract attention and then got out the spotlight. When both of those failed, I broke out the green laser and starting bouncing the beam off the boats. That worked. They managed to not hit one another or get their anchors tangled up, so all was good. I was a little surprised though when the power boat re-anchored right back behind the monohull. No lesson learned there..
Wrightsville Beach to Southport was just a slog all the way there. Wind and current conspired against us. With the wind blowing 25-30 knots and the current in the Cape Fear River flowing at 2-1/2 knots, we could only manage 3.8 knots of headway. Our plan was to anchor at Pipeline Canal but the dingy ride back to Southport to see Genne would have been way too rough. We ended up tying up at the Southport Marina. While there we took advantage of the laundry and filled our water tanks.
With the wind down from yesterday, the run to here at Calabash Creek was fairly easy and pretty quick. The powerboaters however, were merciless in the wakes they produced, even failing to slow down for kayakers and canoeists’.
Shrimpers working the Sound and the only dolphin picture I managed to get..
You never get used to seeing the shallows so close to the channel…
Part of the live fire range at Camp Lejeune..
One day I’d like to visit this place. Looks cool from the water..