Another nostalgic day. I've sailed into Cape Lookout Bight a few times over the years, sometimes by sailing outside on Onslow Bay, sometimes through the winding channels of Barden Inlet. It is a favorite place that I want to enjoy.
There is a D-ring sewn into the inside peak of my boom tent. I realize that with a bit of line I can roll up a good portion of one side of the tent or the other. Having one side up and one side down gives me both protection from the sun and a nice view. I try not to think about how many years have had this boom tent and only now figure this out.
Morning comes with a hot breakfast. Reading. Napping. I wade to the beach and walk along the shore. Sea shells everywhere. Two small dead sharks lay on the beach with eerily blue eyes. A sailor who living on a 36-foot sloop paddles a small kayak in from his boat to say hello. The bight's water seems to get brighter as the day goes on. Back to the boat. Lunch and a nap. Reading, catching up on the news. And I relax in a state that is not quite awake, not quite asleep. Dinner. Crawl into the sleeping bag.
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