Introducing:

Capt. Banana Paints - on tiller duty as we cruise a steady 6 knots

Deck Swabin' Scurvy Kid - Learning how to heel over with grace

Wrightsville Beach: It was a full day of sailing but we arrived at our destination just as the sun touch down. It was only when morning came that we became aware of the wealth that surrounded us. It seemed that each mansion displayed an even more elaborate manicured lawn, luxury cars parked out front and 500 horse powered motor jet cruising boat (including tidal monster wake) out back. We were convinced there must have been an organized running event because of the mass quantities of joggers. These dry fit exercising enthusiasts were a stampede of deer – they would bound all around us as we struggled to find the path of least resistance. However, the marathon never ended and from mornings first light to last the runners where running.

THERE HUNGER FOR BURNING CARBS!!!!

HO *hiccup* HO *hiccup* HO: This travelling saloon of drunk Santa's could be heard far and wide crushing beers while slurring 'We wish you a Merry Christmas'. Not quite like home, but a close enough substitute.

After Christmas we were greeted by a wicked storm that descended upon the anchorage. It was sure a bucking bronco but the Beast road it out well. All of us sailing folk where up on deck keeping an eye out for the Quebecker that was motor fighting the storm as his boat blew ever closer towards the bridge!  

Here is some footage of the GALE FORCE WINDS!

Paddlelss the Great: All I heard was 'Throw something!!!'. Well with my good arm and quick aim I was almost able to toss the dock line in the general direction of Nick. Before I knew it the tide had taken him away. I guess it comes as no surprise that I was the grass picking kid who played outfield that dreaded summer of T-ball.  

Over and out,

Em&N
Lat: 34.2085, Long: -77.7964 (VIEW MAP)