Bull Alligator Mating Calls

Well, that’s what I thought I heard. It was the fog modulated grumbles of shotguns as they echoed across the grasses and mud. Before dawn in a light fog with no sign of humans but the ketch anchored in the next river south, the morning had an otherworldly feel; it was drippy wet, too.

The North River was 30% wider with the tide at its peak. We were glad to have our digital track in to follow out. The middle was less discernible. We immediately went through the Rockdedundy cuts, and in one place found 8.8 feet of water when the tide height was 8.9. In the Little Mud River we had an average of 12 feet which at low tide would have afforded roughly three feet. This is the choke point in the Waterway.

Fog notwithstanding (we slowed to walking speed in some spots), at high tide was a much better way to pass this stretch. As we continued down to the Makay River, the ranges helped us deal with the side sets and eddies this hydraulically complex area is known for.

Reaching Brunswick Harbor, we had to deal with the “Chesapeake Highway” emerging from the sea fog and working up behind us as we dealt with a 3 mph current on the bow. We tied up later than intended thanks to the fog and currents…and then we discovered a laundry fire* meant we had to hump the laundry 1/2 mile to the other end of the marina…oh, the agony of it all. (Then again, the laundry is free here!)

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*Some card carrying doofus put diesel dampened rags in the drier…foompf…and then asked for reimbursement for the clothes burned up. Facility ETIC unknown.

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