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Our last few days were big mileage ones for us and yesterday afternoon we found ourselves in Ceder Creek tucked around back where almost nobody goes. It was a good thing because last night big thunder storms and winds to match rolled in around midnight. By 2:00 am I was wide awake counting the interval between flash and bang. It was always quite a few seconds. Traumerei did a little dancing on the end of her chain and our sleep was pretty spotty.

This morning we left as soon as we could see the crab buoys and got into our slip at Blackbeards just before the winds on the Neuse turned northwest - the worst direction for heading home.

In our travels people we have met a number of cruisers who have a great respect for the Neuse River - acknowledged as one of the two or three worst patches of water on the Atlantic Intercoastal Waterway. Today Carol and I both wore our PFD's for maybe the third time in over 3,000 miles of travel which included 140 miles off shore in the Gulf of Mexico and some pretty wild sounds in Georgia