March 27, 2014.
During the night the wind veered to the east and was due to be out of 130º by nightfall so we had to move. Right after listening to Chris Parker we pulled the hook and motored straight into 15 knots of breeze for four miles to get to Hopetown.
Because of the crappy weather forecast all the moorings and every slip in Hopetown were full. We already knew that but we decided to head over that way and anchor outside the harbor.
We haven't been off the boat in days and needed the opportunity to blow the stink off.
|It was cloudy out and I still had to wear shades to walk past this house.|
|Could this shit be any cuter?|
|This is what it would have looked like if Mayberry RFD had been in color.|
As always walking around Hopetown was a visual treat.
|The local schoolhouse|
|The local church|
|Teaching kids patience one child at a time|
It really is a darling little town.
|I can't even name half of the colors I've seen|
|Whatever happened to good ole Grouper fingers?|
|Evidently all the cool kids hang out here.|
Boat Name of the Day. A small sloop named "Going Knots"