Christmas Eve in New River
12/24 Monday 1077.3, 59/45, NE5-10 - Goal of the morning: Underway by 11am. After breakfast, Dobbs walked Murphy and I started a load of laundry. I bought 20lbs of ice and then showered while the laundry was in the dryer. I took out the trash, did a little cleaning, and packed our lunch. Dobbs prepared Grace for departure. Since the current was running in the same direction our bow was pointing leaving the slip, we used the long spring line on the bow to be able to snap the bow up against the current to motor clear of the fairway.
We motored south to Calibogue Sound and then sailed - wafted, if we’re being honest - at half a knot with a 3.5 knot current pushing us along. The sun was warm and we had no place to be, so we just coasted, watching dolphins and the world slowly going by.
We arrived at Daufuskie Landing around 2:45pm. Dobbs dropped Murphy and me off at the public boat landing. While Murph and I took a short walk, Dobbs poked into the New River to make sure we had a clear path (free of shoals) to where we wanted to anchor.
The ramshackle cottages and gardens of Daufuskie were a refreshing breath of character after the staid uniformity of Hilton Head.
15 minutes later, Dobbs returned to collect us and we motored away to anchor. Dobbs picked us a good spot and we set 5:1 with the new rode with 100’ of chain. We put out 10’ of nylon rode beyond the chain and the anchor set well. We had a good wind-against-tide situation and Grace settled quite still - we are pleased. We sat in the cockpit for wine and White Bear dip. White Bear dip is a seasoned cream cheese spread with black olives and garlic and is a holiday tradition of mine. From the time I was a little girl until I was a teenager, for special times, my parents took me with them to the White Bear Tavern in Birdsboro, PA. It was an old, low building, set into the hillside - cool and dark and candle lit. This cheese spread was brought, along with crackers, to your table as a bread/starter course. I loved it there, as did my parents. The building is situated along the Hay Creek, which is notorious for flooding and ultimately washed out all the bridges for easy access to the tavern. It closed in the mid-90’s, I think, and is now a private residence.
Around 4pm, we moved inside and, since there’s no cell signal for business work, I took A NAP! I know, me - napping, but I did and it was so nice. At sunset, we went back out to the cockpit to watch the colorful display.
I put together a salad topped with seafood (Krab) for dinner - a light meal after splurging on cheese dip earlier. The wind is calm and it’s still right now. Time to wash the dishes and prepare to tuck in. We’ll have an early morning tomorrow to get the most water we can at Hell Gate.