The remnants of Ida continue to haunt me. It looks like I’ll need to wait until Sunday morning before I can slide out of here, so I am resigned to life in this 37-foot bubble for at least a couple more days. I’m doing what I can to be ready to leave, but until the wind and rain abate at least a little, there is not a lot to be done. Eating rice and beans, listening to Rush and checking engine and generator oil levels are a few of the options available to me.
I have reserved a slip at Bald Head Island Marina, just inside the mouth of the Cape Fear River. I plan on staying just one night, enough time to buy some stores and do a couple loads of laundry. It would be great if I could take care of those items here, while wasting away in Morehead City, but the river is just too rough to allow me to take the dingy to and fro. Once leaving Bald Head Island I will need to pick up the pace significantly if I plan to get to Pensacola before the onset of next year’s hurricane season.
I have reserved a slip at Bald Head Island Marina, just inside the mouth of the Cape Fear River. I plan on staying just one night, enough time to buy some stores and do a couple loads of laundry. It would be great if I could take care of those items here, while wasting away in Morehead City, but the river is just too rough to allow me to take the dingy to and fro. Once leaving Bald Head Island I will need to pick up the pace significantly if I plan to get to Pensacola before the onset of next year’s hurricane season.
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