Carolina Beach State Park
11/19, 1023.7, SE5-10>NE5-10, 66/54, cloudy - We awoke to rain that stopped as we were getting underway and then returned 15 minutes later and lasted until about 10am. Instead of rowing Murphy to the boat ramp from the anchorage this morning, we stopped on the way out. Dobbs hovered in Grace while I rowed in. We proceeded to the Figure-Eight Island Bridge, making the 9:30am opening, and then on to Wrightsville Beach Bridge for the 11am opening. We passed the giraffe, about a mile north of the bridge.
We’ve been seeing some hurricane damage - tarped roofs, missing siding, broken windows; also, and the most prominent, are destroyed docks. Wrecked boats dot the shoreline.
Dolphins visited us near Masonboro Inlet. Murphy spied them for the first time this trip, and he hasn’t forgotten since last time - he was on “high alert” for a while afterward.
Snow’s Cut offered a fast downhill ride and by 1:30pm Grace was tied up at Carolina Beach State Park.
There were several chores to be attended to: 2 loads of laundry, receive and replace the engine starter, fill diesel, fill water, buy groceries, top up ice, and shower. We would have like to walk the park trails as we have on previous visits, but this is a really good stop for getting ready to leave civilization as we travel the swamps and rivers of SC and GA. The next supply stop could well be Brunswick, GA, 10 days hence. Dobbs took care of the laundry, starter, and diesel while I walked the mile or so out to the Food Lion. I was struggling trying to carry it all comfortably as I was leaving the store when a couple who’d checked out after me offered me a ride. Thank you Mike and Becky! I learned they cruised on a Hunter sailboat before settling in NC. With the rest of the afternoon, we accomplished everything we wanted to. It smells good here, like pine straw, and it’s quiet. The streets and sidewalks have sand at the edges and the landscape is arid, but the salty humidity of the ocean is a presence.