Day ten million of our voyage North. The wind and rain continues. We left Cricket Cove, this day bound for North Carolina, come hell or high water. No high water here, but we found our own little piece of hell.
The most infamous shallow on the ICW is called Lockwoods Folly. It is in South Carolina, which never seems to have enough tax dollars to keep the ditch dredged, and thus, its reputation. Shortly after leaving Cricket Cove I ran aground, trying to leave a buoy to its rightful spot on my portside. I maneuvered off without needing outside assistance, thinking this was just training for what was ahead. Fortunately, we saw no further bottom touching, but had a lot of breath holding.
And then we turned the corner into North Carolina. The Cape Fear River has an inlet to the Atlantic Ocean and a juncture with the Intercoastal Waterway. This is where hell is located.
Winds piped up from mid 20's to mid 30's, and since the current was coming from a direction directly opposed to the wind, the seas built to monsters, 8 to 10 feet. Not such a big deal, unless each wave hits every 2 1/2 seconds, that's when the monster thing happens. The boat goes down into the trough, a monsoon of water drives back and hits the cockpit, we go up, and then it happens all over again. You can't see a thing, until out of no where a huge tanker is visible. A trawler came by and quickly was out of sight.
This lasted an hour and 45 minutes until we turned into tranquil Snow Cut.
At no time were we concerned for our safety. First Edition is a solid ole gal. But we have to ask ourselves sooner or later what the big hurry is.