The boys and their toys, or your tax dollars at work, or protecting us from the evil meanies, or “That’s no fun”
03 May 2011 | Belhaven, NC
Caught the flood tide going through Adams Creek, connecting the ocean to Pamlico Sound. I still love it when we charge along at 8 knots with the boost. Feels vaguely like cheating.
After motor sailing down the Neuse River we left the gang of boats turning left up the ICW and headed for a narrow channel crossing a shoal in Pamlico Sound. Right next to a huge ring of signs (maybe five miles across) declaring DANGER, Bombing Range. Our course took us just inside the circle but the First Mate kiboshed that idea. Waiting until King Kut had his nap, a pair of the latest Marine fighter jets made repeated low passes over our heads at the sunken ship in the middle of the ring. I was hoping for some actual bombs but I guess these days they save a few bucks and do it all with lasers or something even better.
After the show was over, the afternoon seabreeze kicked in. We had all sails flying up the Pungo River to Belhaven, rejoining all the boats who had motored the whole day.