The night was uneventful. Just good sailing with the guys on 4 hour watches. I was still sick, but could function.
|dolphins playing in the waves|
|Captain Matt enjoying the ride, headsail still flying.|
We debated if we should try to go into a closer inlet than Beaufort, NC. We turned on the TV and were able to see the weather radar showing that the storms were staying south of us. If we kept going to Beaufort, we might out race the thunderstorms. We headed for Beaufort. We saw a large ship on the radar. Then it disappeared. We saw a warship approaching. Great. We tried to hail them on the radio, but no reply. They passed within 3 miles of us. It was quite surreal.
We could only see the red and green marks when we both were on the top of the wave. We managed to get into the channel and find the seawall. We anchored right off the coast guard station. Everyone shucked off their wet gear, found a berth and got some much needed rest.
When we are traveling down the ICW our boat seemed a bit stout for the task. In the ocean the boat performed beautifully. We slid down the waves without getting water in the cockpit. The stainless lifeline cage gave you many hand holds. It was one of those moments in sailing when the awe of the oceans power was everywhere. It was terrifying and amazingly beautiful at the same time.
I reminded Matt that I never wanted to be in seas that big again. He laughed.
|good morning in Beaufort,NC|