MONDAY MAY 17TH

Storms this morning, so we delayed our start.  It is dry here so locals are very happy about the rain. We had 2 bridges to pass through today. One of them only opens on the hour, the other on the half. And they don’t hold the bridge if you aren’t there and ready to go through. So we were trying to time our day around the bridges.

Drove through some showers but nothing major. And not lightning, so that was good.



We passed these men wading in the water and gathering something off the bottom. We are guessing it was clams. There were several skiffs in the area doing the same. You can see there is a floating bucket to the one man and he would bring up something every so often and toss it in. 

















Hey!!! It’s Surf City USA.




















We passed through the area of the Marine base Camp Lejeune. We passed this sign warning if there was training going on. When there is, boats are not allowed through this part of the ICW because of live fire drills they fire over the ICW. 


















We saw many decrepit looking tanks on a stretch of island with signs warning to keep out. We imagine it was also a training area. 













Ross spotted this LRT Landing craft. Likely also used in training exercises. 








We arrived for the night at Swansboro, North Carolina. It is a small, quaint town. Upon check in at the marina, they gave us a historic walking tour map. So off we went, before the heavens opened up on us. (the sky was pretty dark)























Our walk took us past this house built in 1887. Most of the foundations of homes built in this town are with bricks used as ballast in ships and then discarded when they arrived in Swansboro. 






















Roscoe in his continuing quest to taste test ice cream up the Eastern Seaboard. 










Next to the park in town was a small pier. A few kids where fishing with poles, but the others were using casting nets. We stopped to visit with this man. The small dark objects around the outer edge of the nets are weights. When it hits the water the net is in the shape of a circle (if you are good at casting) and then sinks. The weights coming together and ensnaring anything that would be in it. He didn’t catch anything in the few casts we witnessed, but he said he usually goes home with something. 


We ate dinner on board as it started to rain. 

















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