Southport

This morning we awoke to rain and opted to hang tight for a couple hours until it was forecasted to clear up. Shortly after 0900 we pulled up the anchor and headed south. We had another short day - just over 20 miles to get to Southport, a small town just inside Cape Fear. We had the genoa up for most of the day, with 15 knot northerlies pushing us along, and even turned the engine off for a couple hours while running down the Cape Fear River. Unfortunately, we had close to 3 knots of adverse current working against us in the river, so our SOG was not great. Regardless, we pulled into Southport at about 1300 hours and were delighted to find a funky little town with nobody else at anchor. That is a good thing because the anchorage is a tiny little basin surrounded by slips, with room for only 2 or 3 boats to swing freely. We went ashore and found some ice cream, good streets for scootering, and a library with a kids section and free wifi. Tonight after dinner Lucy and Scout got married...again. It was quite an involved ceremony this time around, featuring special drinks, phone plans, a fire alarm and lots of dancing. Amie and I had trouble following exactly what was going on, but all the excitement made for two tired young ladies and an easy bedtime. Tomorrow we cross the South Carolina boarder and hope to make Myrtle Beach for some trick-or-treating.

We believe in safety first. Even at the library.

Momo with the anchorage all to herself.