It remained windy and rainy for the first couple days of North Carolina’s ICW. It was still a bit early in the season for much boat traffic through Myrtle Beach, something I was quite happy for. Leaving the development of the beach behind, I crossed into North Carolina and promptly found myself a shipwreck!
Appropriately named “Sum Day”, the wooden fishing boat has cast its last net and now gave me protection from the wind gusting to 25mph. Camping on oyster shells can be terror for tents so I collected a bunch of foam from the bushes and built a soft pad. What a difference! The tide rose 5 feet from the above pic leaving my boat just barely out of the water at 10PM.
Each day dawned in an ethereal fog which obscured the opposite shore of spartina and oyster shells. The gentle waves on the oyster shell beaches produces a song of clinking calcium and soothing trickle as the water recedes. Shoving off into those early morning fogs remains one of my favorite comforts in paddling as though the moist dense air is a cocoon from the coming stresses of the day.
Large marinas in this region store boats on towering racks with industrial fork lifts. The sight of a fishing boat perched 60 feet above the ground isn’t something I see daily. From a distance, it looked as though someone was sport fishing in the live oak canopy!
Upon reaching Southport, NC my friend Mike’s parents offered to show me around for a few days. Using the St. James Plantation kayak launch in their park, I easily hauled out and am relaxing in the loving arms of friends. Here I hope to repair some gear, wash some salt from the freshly brined garments and resupply on groceries for the next leg of the trip up the ICW in NC.