First thing this morning I weighed anchor and move into the harbor. I managed to get a little sleep last night, but that was only because I had beedn up for three days. Under normal conditions the rolling, and accompanying banging of every locker. would have kept me up all night. I moved inside the harbor, to a spot just off Tombstone Point, west of Morehead City Channel. The currents here are significant, the wakes are a little annoying, but I think it is definitely an improvement. When the weather kicks up over the next few days I'll have to worry about dragging onto a lee shore, but I'm confident I'll be alerted in time to take action. I have two GPS plotters watching over me, and no plans to leave Alana again until the storm passes.
Today, I made a couple runs into town for fuel, water, paper towels and milk. I left the dingy at the public dock, but not wanting to leave an expensive inflatable life jacket unattended, wore the itto the store. The very nice southern belle working the checkout asked me, "Y'all goin' parachutin'?" I guess she thought that the manual release on my life jacket looked like a ripcord.
Today, I made a couple runs into town for fuel, water, paper towels and milk. I left the dingy at the public dock, but not wanting to leave an expensive inflatable life jacket unattended, wore the itto the store. The very nice southern belle working the checkout asked me, "Y'all goin' parachutin'?" I guess she thought that the manual release on my life jacket looked like a ripcord.
Once the running about was done, I busied myself cleaning up the boat and adjusting the shroud/stay tensions. Next comes a tasty chicken dinner, postponed from last night due to excessive rolling.
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