We were anchored in the Swansboro basin bouncing around in a torrential rainstorm when all of a sudden WHAM!! We were hit by a loose sailboat! It took 2 chunks out of our shiny teak toerail and then bounced off. P & I were up in the cockpit in a flash armed with boathooks and an obnoxious horn. Alas, we had seen the boat's "boys" head off to town in their dinghy so we knew no one was on board. We called the closest marina to alert them and they sent the Coast Guard - big excitement! The CG secured the boat and asked about our damage, but we didn't want to get caught up in filing reports. Besides, we felt a little bit of parental affection for the three sailors. We had watched them the evening before load up their skateboards in their dinghy to hit the town. They had waved at us enthusiastically and when P suggested that they might be anchored a little close to us, they willingly pulled anchor and moved to a "safer" place. Talk about irony.
When they finally returned (reportedly from "the library"?) to their boat after its little adventure this morning, they were duly contrite and even offered to repair the damage to Senara. P gave them some admonishing Dad advice on anchoring and last we saw them, they were fishing/motoring down the ICW. Tooo cute!! P's not so amused. I love the interesting people we meet.
Tonight we're in a Camp LeJeune anchorage - surrounded by camouflaged marines, watercraft and "warthogs" - weird. When do we get to the Bahamas?
Senara bears scars from this runaway sailboat.
Full moon with the cirrus clouds announcing the pending storm last night
Marines fishing along the ICW banks at Camp LeJeune
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