Oriental, North Carolina that is!
Though we do not own a sailboat, we maneuvered out way through the creeks along the Neuse River via canoe.
The creeks we canoed are as large or larger than most of the rivers I know. We only crossed beneath the Neuse River Bridge for one trip. The water is a bit choppy due to the fishing/shrimp boats and yachts at the marinas.
Homes stretch along the creek banks. Most have private docks.
Some type of watercraft is tied to almost every private dock.
This is the Neuse River Bridge taken from a canoe’s perspective.
A lone sailboat heads to the harbor at dusk.
A day of cloudy skies usually results in lovely colors at sunset.
A quietness settles in the air as dark descends over the marina.
I sit in the silence with the salt air matting my hair. I inhale the briny air. I stare until I could no longer make out the fine line between the water and sky.
I sit in the stillness for a long time. I sit until I am sticky in the night. Though the waves still chop and crash upon the shores as they did under the sun, the bustling waters of day take on a new persona in the darkness. The setting itself is peaceful yet I feel uneasy. The feeling washes over me quickly, but I remain perplexed by the fear I felt. Perhaps it is simply that it is not familiar territory.
The lights come one, a few at a time. The chatter picks up and echoes into the night…and then the partying begins.