The high, slack tide at Masonboro Inlet on the morning of August 6 was at 04:23. We were up and headed out the inlet at the slack tide. The forecasted 15 to 20 knot southwest winds and five foot swell provided some early morning excitement as we worked to drop the main and set the genny once we had cleared the inlet and set our northeast course towards Beaufort Inlet. Once the genny was set the winds promptly reduced to less than 10 knots while the swell remained. We spent the remainder of our 10 hour 65NM crossing struggling to keep a full genny and rolling on a following sea. Definitely not our favorite day of sailing. We were lucky with the passing storms. Two cells passed close, but we dodged the foul
On August 5th we moved from Wilmington to Wrightsville Beach. This short, 20 NM hop was all inland… down the Cape Fear River, across Snow’s Cut, and northward up the ICW. Other than bumping the bottom a couple times on the approach to Snow’s Cut (it seems the approach from Wilmington is shoaling) the day’s travel was uneventful. Anchoring in Wrightsville Beach set us up for an early departure out Masonboro Inlet the following morning.
The high, slack tide at Masonboro Inlet on the morning of August 6 was at 04:23. We were up and headed out the inlet at the slack tide. The forecasted 15 to 20 knot southwest winds and five foot swell provided some early morning excitement as we worked to drop the main and set the genny once we had cleared the inlet and set our northeast course towards Beaufort Inlet. Once the genny was set the winds promptly reduced to less than 10 knots while the swell remained. We spent the remainder of our 10 hour 65NM crossing struggling to keep a full genny and rolling on a following sea. Definitely not our favorite day of sailing. We were lucky with the passing storms. Two cells passed close, but we dodged the foul weather.
We cleared Beaufort Inlet making 8 knots on a flooding tide with winds that finally decided to live up to the 15 to 20 knot forecast.
Unable to find an agreeable spot to anchor and running late for the Chadwick cookout we succumb to the pull of the town docks.