After a lovely book event and signing at Studio One, Riverview Galleries in Portsmouth, we headed south.
We love the ICW, the quiet of the water, the shoreline. What we don’t like are the occasional sport fishers who think slamming past a sailboat at 20 knots and kicking up a big wake is a good way to say hey.
It was cold when we left and cold during the day, so we paused for the night at Atlantic Yacht Basin in Great Bridge, VA. Friendly and helpful folk, and one of the best deals in dockage and fuel on the entire trip. Here’s the view out the companionway. (And yes, I had to sweep the deck of pine needles this morning, but it was worth it.)
We only had two unhappy boaters to contend with today, the bridge and lock tenders were courteous, and certainly all the sailboats heading south were manned by folk who were friendly and happy to be out there.
There’s something about people who travel by a slow sailboat: the whole point is the journey. And isn’t that how we ought to live every day — instead of blowing past at high speed?
The froth on the water is from one of those not-nice captains (a female, this time) whose impatience made her a menace.
And she still had to wait for the opening of the North Landing Bridge along with the rest of us. It must have killed her, all that effort to put the fleet off her stern, only to be stopped at the bridge like all the lesser folk.
We’re now back in Coinjock, NC, at Midway Marina. And tonight? Dinner at Crabbies!
Great pictures. Looks like a nice trip.
It’s a grand trip, Robin!
As always the photographs are beautiful.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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It’s such fun, David. I need to learn to keep the camera at the ready. So often, I see something and have to dash down into the pilothouse to retrieve the camera!
I love this line: There’s something about people who travel by a slow sailboat: the whole point is the journey. And isn’t that how we ought to live every day — instead of blowing past at high speed?”
Had to share it on my FB “Marina Melee by Lynne M. Hinkey” page! As always, wonderful pictures that fill me with wanderlust!
I felt it so strongly today, Lynne, with the rude folk pressing to go faster, get there sooner. And then what happened? They had to wait with the rest of us. Had they seen the mist rising? Heard the birds chitter in the trees? i doubt it. (Not even thinking how much fuel they burned!)
When I start to push, to hurry toward something, I have to stop myself–or my darling Michael stops me. Breathe, he says. Breathe. Rest. Relax. There’s no hurry.
I think of that so often in terms of God. How He’s never in a hurry, and yet we want everything now, yesterday, immediately. Instead of pausing to listen, to breathe, to appreciate what lies before us. What is there for the savoring.