On a Wing and A Prayer-Hobbling Home

​As we made our way home through the next several days we realized once again that our sailing journey was buffeted by God’s grace and the love and prayers of others. We can’t have this many things go wrong on one trip without knowing that somehow there’s a will stronger than we know for our precious Neverland to get home.
When we left Beaufort it was our first experience on the Intracoastal Waterway. It was beautiful! Traveling along the marshlands of North Carolina was an eye opener to the vastness of the salty marsh. There were small dolphins, blue herons, white egrets, marsh deer, and several other creatures. Along the way were bascule, swing, and fixed bridges. We stopped each night in an anchorage. We found ourselves completely alone without having to share any of the lovely side creeks or rivers with others.
Just like us we chose the path less traveled when we ad a choice. It turned out to be a good thing since the weather had turned sour. From days of heat to days of cold and rainy weather we had to adjust quickly and find those old sweatshirts and foul weather gear again.
We went up the Alligator River to the Albemarle Sound then the Dismal Swamp and the locks there to the Elizabeth River. We stopped in Portsmouth and motored our way across the Bay to our new haven-Davis Wharf!
It is hard to comprehend that our boat is only twenty minutes from us and that we can go and see her, touch, her sit with her at anytime.
She is in port now. She is rested and ready for us to give some long needed tender loving care. We are looking forward to spending the next few summers rediscovering the Chesapeake Bay.
There will be another passage in the future. Our love for passagemaking has not disappeared. But, for now, it’s time be at home port for a bit.