I didn't get to venture out in the boat Thursday, as I had hoped. I can't remember the reason. But I did go out this morning (just got back, in fact). David's mother and father (Pat & Steve) are visiting for a week or so, and they'd never been out in my boat. So we all slathered on our sun screen, packed water bottles and peanut butter crackers, and walked down Howard Street to the Community Store dock. In addition to Pat & Steve, Amy, Lachlan, and David came along.
We didn't do much...just motored out toward the South Point, then turned around and anchored a little way off shore. We all jumped overboard and frolicked in the Sound for over an hour. The water was warm, but refreshing; the bottom, sandy and delightful. We jumped and played, tossed a small football, laughed and swam, and floated around on a foam board. It was one of those mornings that reminds one how wonderful it is to be alive...and to live surrounded by family, friends, beauty and natural treasures.
This month's Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of the 1913 wreck of the 6-masted schooner, George W. Wells. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news072110.htm.