I am back in Sneads Ferry. Last night was pretty cold. I was wearing so many clothes I'm pretty sure I looked like an old Pillsbury Dough Boy. I have decided to stay here 2 nights. Tomorrow's weather forecast doesn't look too good and Jenny has suggested I get back on the water when things improve. I didn't need much convincing. Paula has been hydrating me with bourbon.
That's the Atlantic intercoastal waterway. It starts in the Chesapeake Bay and ends in Miami. Jenny got me launched near mile 205. I'm camped on an island near 225. The hotel we were staying in didn't start their breakfast service until 7:30 so we got going after that. My camp is near Camp Lejeune and I have been entertained by helicopter flybys and the "Thump, thump of artillery practice. It's going to be cold tonight. 27 is the forecast low. I'll sleep warm but it will be a chilly start.
The hurricane that blew through Beaufort (NC) today seems to be offshore. The bad news is that the local butcher will be able to hang his meat outdoors tomorrow. We drove around some after we got here and found a boat ramp I will probably use for the start of my trip. We like this little town. We'd like it more if it was a little warmer.
Our reason for visiting Sneads Ferry is 2 fold. Paula and Ed live here and we are visiting and I am about to start a kayak trip on the Atlantic intercoastal waterway. The original plan was to paddle from Beaufort NC to Beaufort SC. 365 Miles. I still might do that but Jenny needs to be in SA in under 3 weeks and I probably can't make it before she leaves. So I might take out in Charleston. 285 miles. Of course I might just quit anywhere, it is February. I won't get on the water for a couple of days. Tomorrow we drive to Beaufort (pronounced Bo-fort in North Carolina.
Jenny and I had the boys on New Years Eve. We met Jamie halfway between Charleston and Beaufort and brought them home with us. Lindsay and Jamie had a neighborhood party to attend. When they arrived the following afternoon I'd say they were functioning at about 30%. A big new years meal lowered their functioning level even further. I took this pic of Connor at a restaurant called "Moon Doggies" in Port Royal. That's it for 2014. Another year of memories.
You gotta wonder just how badly the recycling pickup guys dread the first pick up after Christmas. The boys really like trucks and everyone knows it. The trucks arrived in elaborate recyclable packaging. This house is going to need a parking garage soon. We had standing rib roasted for our Christmas meal. Yummy!
