What a difference a day makes. Today was on of those fall days that we started in fleece and ended in short sleeves swatting mosquitoes. We had a beautiful ride down the Pungo Canal, across the Pamlico and past Hobuken. With the northerly winds we even got to enjoy a brief but quiet sail.
We anchored in Bear Creek, which the guidebook cautions, can be deadly for mosquitoes on hot summer nights. We can attest that it is also bad on warm fall evenings. As soon as the sun started to dip, the mosquitoes came out with gusto and we were forced to retreat to the relative safety of the cabin. Jim has volunteered to grill the meat for dinner but is waiting a bit so that he won't be the main course. Murphy has been trying to help but can't quite figure out what the swatting is all about. He's a champ with Chesapeake Bay flies, but finds these NC mosquitoes a bit more stealthy.