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Well, as expected, the trek up the Pamlico was nose to the wind. But, what the hey. Arrived in Bath a bit after 1500 and tied up to the state dock. Made the entire tern population of Bath mad at me, but that's nothing new either.
Took a short walk around to get my bearings, and then I'll go out for a longer one as it cools off a bit. Quaint little town, with almost a Country Club feel to the western side of the Creek. Wide, well tended lawns, going up to large houses, with nice piers in front. There's a small marina here, mostly full of sailboats, though all the shoreside homes seem to have a dock.
Well protected back here, even though the wind is blowing down the creek. While the sun feels good on my back as I sit in the cockpit. It's so easy to feel at home in these small Carolina towns. Especially before tourist season really kicks in. No lack of boats heading north though. At a guess, I'd say there's probably at least 20 - 30 a day. And most seem to be from NY to Maine. It's interesting to watch them go racing by, while I turn to the less traveled path. And I can't help but wonder if they know what they pass by.
Currently at 35 28 36 N 76 48 55 W
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Ontario 32 - Aria
Free, is the heart, that lives not, in fear.
Full, is the spirit, that thinks not, of falling.
True, is the soul, that hesitates not, to give.
Alive, is the one, that believes, in love. JCP
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