Two more days…as the strong northeast wind hangs on and then clocks east on Saturday before going southwest on Sunday (huzzah!).  I miss sailing our boat!  It’s 50nm to Manteo from here, with one, at best dubious, stop in-between.  Recall… Continue reading

One more day while the wind shifts NE and continues to gust to 25.  While blustery, these days are sunny, blue sky beautiful. We made a morning scooter run to Food Lion, where the lady at the checkout recognized us… Continue reading

When Dobbs checked us in yesterday, he learned that there’d be festivities today, beginning at 11am.  A long-anticipated passenger ferry service connecting the 5 towns of the Albemarle Loop was starting and each town was celebrating with a ribbon-cutting ceremony… Continue reading

We had one day to make a move and snug back down – by evening, the forecast predicted wind from the southwest gusting to 25.  Last night was chilly – 36° – and I was grateful for shore power to… Continue reading

The farthest west we’ll be going on the Albemarle, the town of Plymouth lies 5 miles up the Roanoke River.  We sailed over from Edenton – a 10 mile broad reach in 15+ knots of wind from the NW.  Grace… Continue reading

A windy, rainy, cold day.  We slept late, drank mimosas (ish – cranberry juice instead of orange) with breakfast, and puttered in the main salon all morning, appreciating $3 shore power and an electric space heater.  After lunch, we donned… Continue reading

It’s the strangest thing to arrive somewhere, fall into bed, and wake during the night wondering, “Where am I?”  And the truth is, at that hour – I don’t know.  I haven’t been to shore yet to have any idea… Continue reading

We made it!  We’ve been wanting to make this side trip up the Albemarle for a long time.  Edenton was the Colonial capitol of NC for a short time (1722-1743) and we’d heard and read lots of positive comments on… Continue reading

Tired from bicycling yesterday, we were ready for a low-key day of swamp navigation.  We wanted to stop to top off our propane tank in South Mills and still arrive in Elizabeth City by mid-afternoon, which meant we had to… Continue reading

Morning in the Dismal Swamp Canal: cool, dim; birds singing in the stillness; the road noise of Highway 17 not yet pervasive.  It’s a dichotomy – this at-times jungle-like oasis paralleled at close quarters by a bustling highway. We ate… Continue reading