Morning After

No, it’s not one of those stories.  Sorry.

 

Yesterday afternoon we wrote about all the helicopters and planes flying overhead, with artillery sounds in the distance.  Just after dark we found out what “busy” is.  There must have been half a dozen helic0pters flying low and fast over the bay where we were anchored, seemingly only a few hundred feet above us, though hard to tell in the dark. Occasionaly lights were blinking, and they were occasionally doing touch and goes in the nearby woods.  We grabbed a glass of wine and went out on the foredeck to sit and watch the show. Though the show went on for hours, we finally went back inside and off to bed.

Obviously they were doing exercises, and we could only imagine what it must be like to be an Afghan village tribesman living in remote areas and experiencing the real thing, these same sounds, though of course we didn’t feel threatened. Though Cathryn did (jokingly) wonder aloud how quickly we could get up to the flybridge if the boat sank because something landed on us and sank us. Drama queen!And if that were to happen, there wouldn’t be a flybridge to get up to, would there?

This morning we’re traveling through a 10-mile stretch of the ICW that actually is within Camp LeJeune. They occasionally close the waterway for hours to practice their gunnery.  Luckily, today no shots were fired.

There are lots of “targets” on the nearby shore.

It’s very foggy this morning, so we’re traveling a little more slowly, have the radar on, and both staying on the flybridge all the time to keep an eye out for approaching boats and day markers. It’s harder to spot everything in these conditions.