June 4
The water in this area is the color of black coffee, a shock to our
Lake Huron/St. Clair River sensibilities, as is so much of the water
we’ve been in on this trip. We have found bridge tenders and
lockmasters to be friendly and accommodating for the most part. But
not the horseflies! This was the worst day yet; we killed at least
20 of them and then had to close the front center bridge windshield
and the aft deck wing doors, which do not have screens and which we
usually have open while running. It got stuffy on the bridge with
only the side screened windows open, but better to be hot than eaten
alive. We passed through this pristine area with all the homes and
buildings looking clean & new. With a little research we found
that it was the town of Andersonville, which had been destroyed by
Hurricane Hugo and rebuilt to its present condition. Our plan today
was to go to Beaufort, NC (beau pronounced as in boat), but as we
approached the entrance to Cape Fear River (you remember that movie)
the weather turned nasty with thick fog and light rain. We decided
to turn around and dock at the marina we had just passed, Southport
Marina.