C'est la Vie is a 1966 Charlie Morgan 34.

Her home port is Everglades City, FL. Our typical cruising area is Southwest Florida, the Florida Keys, the Southeastern Atlantic Seaboard, and the Bahamas. We are C'est la Vie's third owners and purchased her in 2005. We continue to maintain and update this classic vessel. Please post any questions or comments about C'est la Vie or our travels via the comment links below.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Oriental, NC

We arrived last night to the magic of Oriental, NC.  We were surrounded by humongous shrimp boats.  They were 3 to 4 boats deep into the channel all rafted up together.   Sunshine threaded the eye of the needle and docked at the Oriental Marina and Inn.   C’est la Vie chose to put down the hook in the anchorage with the other sticks. 
We did get a few looks from other boats anchored around us.  Adding a second anchor to limit our swing radius sent the salty locals below decks.  No dirty looks or posturing, actually one gentleman got into his dinghy and rowed over to us.  He is hard of hearing so instead of shouting across the span of water he rowed over and answered Jeff’s questions.  That was really nice. 

Assured of our holding we rowed into Oriental Marina to take showers and listen to the live music.  To my surprise there was even a pool!  Cool, relaxing, refreshing non-salt water in which to swim, divine!  
After dinner we went back out to C’est la Vie had a great breeze and wonderful sleeping weather. 

The following morning, August 15th, we were up early and ready to get to Ocracoke Island.  We were anticipating a beautiful sail... main boot off, forward sail at the ready,  we slipped out of the anchorage excited to sail in unfamiliar waters.  The wind was fresh for the first 2 hours as we motorsailed close hauled out the Neuse River.    We really anticipated raising the forward sail and turning off the motor when we entered the Pamlico Sound.  The winds began to wane as we entered the sound and, ultimately a little more than halfway through the 7.5 hour run we lowered the  main sail.  The second half of our voyage to Ocracoke we gave the helm to Otto and motored on.

On approach to Ocracoke from the sound one must transit Bigfoot Slue.  As we entered the slue there was an unusual Army Corps dredge boat called Merrit (see image).  Rather than pump the spoils away via a underwater pipe, the Merrit expelled its spoils through a cannon like appendage that extended off the foredeck.

 Jeff hailed them and we passed them without worry.  But it was a big boat!

  Wind on your nose is only fun if you are a dog.

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