Two weeks ago we had planned to sail to Ocracoke with our friends and their guests this weekend. But the weather man did not cooperate. When we looked at the forecast Thursday night it was not good. They were calling for winds 20 to 30 knots from the north with a 70% chance of rain. The boat can certainly take strong winds and rough sea conditions since she was built to sail across oceans, but the human occupants bodies are not so reslient, especially as they age. So we decided to go with “plan B”, sail to New Bern.
I was anxious to get the boat out of our slip and into the river. We had stayed put since Hurricane Irene the end of August because of fears of hitting submerged floatsom dredged up by the storm. So yesterday morning we untied the dock lines and took off up the Neuse River for New Bern. I have always enjoyed this lovely little colonial town at the juncture of the Trent and Neuse rivers. It is a walker’s town, streets downtown laid out in a nice checkerboard grid with lovely little mom and pop shops that are friendly and inviting. Three hours after slipping the dock lines we were tying up at the Hilton Marina between enormous power boats, floating luxury palaces with everything a very nice house would contain. We walked into town pushing Suzy in her stroller and relaxed at our favorite coffee shop for a hot mocha latte and the Raleigh newspaper. Not bad for “plan B”.