Blowing By Blow Boats

There are two kinds of sailboaters: The Pseudo-intellectual Sailors; the ones whose boats have names like Icarus, Absinthe, Ecolution, who listen to classical music while boating, and are relatively certain that they are enormously ecologically and intellectually superior beings. Then there are the Hippie Sailors; their boats sport names like Reef-er, Deadhead, Peace-Nick. They are listening to The Grateful Dead on their unbelievably cluttered never been washed boats, and they are are fairly certain that the most significant event in US History was Woodstock. They are the ones with the long gray pony tails (the females still have some of that gray hair on the top of their heads - the guys, not so much)

All of these boaters seem to be heading south on the Alligator River (a 25 mile extremely narrow canal that is described on the chart as "foul with debris, snags, and submerged stumps") traveling at about 1 knot to conserve on fuel. Unfortunately my husband respects boater etiquette and keeps slowing down to pass each of these 850 boats. One had the nerve to complain that we snuck up on them at 5 knots and should "learn to use the radio to warn boaters that we are overtaking them" Tom had to wrestle the mic from my hand to keep me from responding. He also knows that there is no bathroom break in his future as I would BLOW by these liberals. (and we know they are liberals) Probably good that he did as we are at our next port, Belhaven NC, and are seriously outnumbered by the ragbaggers. We'll be dining in this evening.

And, despite my constant monitoring of shore, there wasn't a single gator in that river.

Beaufort tomorrow - CIVILIZATION!!!!!