Log Book: Beaufort, NC - June 17, 2004
We had an amazing day off today. In the morning Tobi swam to the island to see wild horses and she even came up close to two of them, but it seemed, they were not interested in socializing with Canadian blondes. I was thankful for an uninterrupted sleep last night and soon we were celebrating new day, after six days non-stop sailing, with a huge farmer's breakfast. We barely packed our camping stove away and we were already on our way to the nearby town of Beaufort tying up for a few hours at the town dock. At last I was ashore trying to find out what's walking on solid ground would be like. The town of Beaufort was pleasant to behold. Waterfront was neat and tidy and old, well cared for houses were decorated with historical plaques like: "Doc Mayer's House 1846." For a moment I was staring at something and I realized I was simply fascinated with the green lawn, and more specifically the dark soil underneath. I was amazed that not everything was made of shapeless salt water. Of course I pull myself together very quickly and found my way to the library to email my friends and family that we were still alive. Tobi, in the meantime, run around getting supplies, bless her heart. She got back with a pint of ice cream in hand and we motored away towards Oriental enjoying rich scenery of waterfront decorated with impressive homes and beautiful trees. We arrived in Oriental late in the afternoon and as there wasn't available space to tie up at local courtesy town dock we attached ourselves to the shrimp dock for the night, hoping we wouldn't be awaken by returning fishing boat that night. We weren't.
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