Oriental Town Dock

3/29 Friday, Oriental Town Dock #2, 1280.3, 73/50, sunny, SW10 - Up again before dawn to continue our northward journey. The moon was illuminating the Swansboro waterfront as the horizon grew rosy in the east, while I took Murphy for his morning walk.

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We met a group of Muscovy ducks wandering downtown. They showed little concern for Murph and after he had a sniff, he was on to other things. We got underway at quarter-to-seven and were shortly after motoring northeast on Bogue Sound. It was flat calm, such that the poles of the channel markers melded seamlessly with their reflections on the water.

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We motored all day - past Morehead City and Beaufort and up the Adams Creek Canal to Oriental.

Town Dock #1 (where we usually go) was taken by a Grand Banks trawler and a Hanse sailboat from New Bern, and an attractive, capable-looking Atkin Ingrid double-ender ketch was tied to the north face of Town Dock #2. That left the south face, in a tight nook beside a sea-going shrimper, for us, and Dobbs carefully sawed our old girl back in there.

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The couple on the ketch offered us a friendly welcome, and Dobbs and I settled into Grace’s cockpit for G&T’s. The sun was bright and warm on our skin. After cocktails, we did some maintenance - checking oil and transmission fluid; tightening the stuffing box a little; checking the engine mount nuts, finding that same one loose again, and tightening it with a bigger wrench. I caught up on our travelogue. For dinner, I made penne with marinara, vegetarian Italian sausage, green peppers, and mushrooms.

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After eating, we played a few rounds of a dice game Dobbs wanted to test, and then took Murphy for a nice long walk before sunset.

When we returned to Grace, we emptied and re-charged our composting head. Dishes were washed, the bed was made, and nine o’clock showed up right on schedule.