This morning we thought we were in no hurry to depart from our anchorage. Though the wind had howled during the night, and there is a fair current running through Little River, we were tucked in a great place, protected from the seas, if not the wind.
As we were approaching high tide for the inlet, there were coastal flood warnings out for the area. The super moon and other astronomical factors, plus a NE wind just kept the water coming in.
I looked up and saw a huge wooden box that had been high and dry in the marsh the day before begin to float, and then to beeline in our direction. We picked up the anchor and moved as sticks, branches, and debris that had been on high ground came free into the waterway.
We idled past the houses near the inlet, not willing to drive the water an inch higher from the boat's movement. The current pushed us all the way to Osprey marina.
The trawler Osprey, who had been anchored further towards the inlet than we had, crept along with us.
We went though the high waters, and yelled at one large outboard who was running past the houses in a squat position. I saw one sign someone had put up that said, "If you want to plow, buy a farm."
Some angry neighbors tried to hail a sportfishing boat that was in a hurry, and for a while I wondered if they'd be at the next bridge with the sheriff.
Other than that, I think much traffic stayed off the waterway for the day, to let the wind blow, and the waters recede.
We pulled into Osprey Marina shortly after noon, arriving to a warm welcome by the friendly dockmaster, Myles. What a gorgeous setting the marina is in. I love the big trees around the marina, that is just far enough to be protected from the wakes of the ICW. They showed me how high the water had been two weeks earlier from the 1000 year flood.
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