To Beaufort South Carolina

Augustine at 6.30 in the morning is pretty quiet. We aim to go through the lifting bridge to the ocean when they lift it at 7.30, so there is time for a shower, a shit and all those other things that one does before a long journey. Lizzie takes a little longer than us blokes so she jumps aboard at the last moment before we pull away from the pontoon.

  After the drama of the Ponce de Leon grounding there was a conciderable tension aboard as we gingerly edged out into the Atlantic through the inlet, no need to worry, lots of feet below the keel, all good for an overnight sail 150 miles away to Beaufort South Carolina.

 Vince said he checked the port light, I don't doubt him but when I came on watch there was no port light, we were invisible to all those boats to our west. With lizzie at the helm the guys set about fixing the light,  precariously hanging over the bow in the dark  we determine that the corroded contacts onto the bulb were the problem, a quick rub with emery paper saved the day.

The rest of the night passed without incident, in the morning the fast tide pouring out of the Beaufort River slowed us down, we arrived a little late at 1pm. Beaufort is a pretty town.

Mon Capitan, so sweat.......

Crew