BLOCK ISLAND, Rhode Island
24th –27th July
After our big morning of sightseeing cruising past the Statue of Liberty and Manhattan Island, (see previous blog entry),  we popped out into Long Island Sound, which runs from the top of the East River at the New York, end to Block Island, which is just past the northern tip of Long Island. The Sound is roughly about 90 miles long and 20 miles wide and is dotted with heaps of sheltered coves and sandy beaches all the way along its length. It makes for very easy day hops which was something that we were looking forward to, after having a few overnight passages on the trot.,Our first priority after entering the sound was to find somewhere that sold diesel as our tanks were getting low. Consulting our guide book it looked like City Island would be the easiest place. The marina at Island Yacht Sales had a floating fuel dock and it was just a little detour from our present course. As we got near the marina the beach ahead of us was packed to the rafters, it was a really hot New York summer’s day and along with the heat came the nasty little black biting flies. We’d been struggling with these flies since we’d got to the Chesapeake bay  and couldn’t wait till we got to the cooler climates further north to be rid of the blighters.
 
  A couple of hundred yards from the marina we rounded a small island with a high tower on it and were shocked when suddenly our GPS, I Pad, wind gear and phone went down. The transmissions  the tower was sending out had knocked off all  the electronic signals on our boat. This was not good as there were quite a few shoals and underwater rocks between us and the open water back in the sound. While taking on the fuel Annie asked a few other boaters if they’d had any similar problems, she only got blank faces as a reply. Maybe the boaters in this neck of the woods didn’t use GPS or wind gear! We had all our fingers and toes crossed that the problem would right itself once we got away from the tower, and especially that none of our systems had been damaged. We took on 110 gallons of fuel and were soon on our way again, sans electronics. Following the advice from the guys at the marina and checking the charts, we motored slowly down the doglegged channel and back out to deeper water. We were at least one mile away from the evil tower before our electronics sprang back to life, the exception was the wind gear readout. It had suffered some damage with the direction and speed, no longer giving accurate readings. What a bummer. With the breeze filling in we spent the rest of the afternoon having a lazy sail along the Connecticut shore till we found a nice anchorage just to the north of Charles Island near Milford. It had been a long day’s run of 79 miles, so it was early to bed for us.                  
Block Island  was another long days’ run of 67 miles but we had good sailing conditions and arrived  at the very crowded anchorage in Great Salt Pond  late afternoon. To our surprise, fellow cruisers who we’d known since Turkey, Deb and Terry from Wings, were also in the anchorage. Block Island, as we soon found out, is an extremely  popular weekend destination for those who live around the shores of Long Island Sound.The bay was chock-a-block when we arrived with every mooring ball, marina berth and patch of reasonable depth anchoring ground taken. And not only do people come on yachts, but there are a couple of big fast ferries that bring those without sea legs across from the mainland. So the weekend population of the island  really swells during summertime. Thankfully, the next afternoon the bay started to empty out as people set sail to return home for work on Monday morning.
 
We  spent a couple of days on the island  but due to the inclement weather only ventured into town for a few hours.The walk from the bay took around 45mins and it was nice to be able to stretch the legs. We passed lots of B and B’s  along the way and the odd small farm. Town was quaint, sporting all the usual tourist type shops selling everything  from homewears to tee-shirts.
 
On our way back Liam wanted to try his hand at hitching a ride and, after the 6th drive-by, a couple of nice guys in an open backed jeep did a u - turn and came back to pick us up. We clamored into the back  thankful for the ride, as the drizzle  had started to come down. During the course of the conversation  we found out that Joe, his brother Robert and their families  were out from New York visiting their sister who lived on the island. They invited us to join them for dinner in town  that evening but unfortunately we had  made other plans. Instead we suggested that they come out to the boat for coffee the next morning. Well, around mid morning, Joe, his wife Winny, along with his sister Kathy and her husband Keith arrived  in their runabout bearing an armful of tasty bagels, donuts, homegrown blueberries and freshly laid eggs. Wow was that  ever a surprise!
 
Our new friends stayed a while but before they left we swapped email addresses and phone numbers and  promised to catch up with them when we came back to New York in a couple of months. Not long after they’d gone we lifted the anchor and set sail for Newport Rhode Island, about 40 miles away.  Newport, the undisputed home of  American yachting, and in it’s hey day, the home of the America’s Cup, would also be yet another “bucket list type place” for us. It’s the town where Australia 11 beat the New York Yacht Club and Denis Connor  to win the Americas Cup in 1983. Our “Boxing Kangaroo” flag will be flying high when we enter that anchorage!
                                                        ***********************

NEW YORK CITY, Slipping along the East River.
23rd July
Leaving the Chesapeake Bay at first light, we headed up the Delaware and New Jersey coasts with a mixed bag of sailing conditions. New York City was around 260 miles ahead of us and we couldn’t wait to get there. Our early morning departure had given us a light southerly breeze and flat seas, perfect conditions to road test our newly repaired spinnaker. The spinnaker hoist went like clockwork and the pretty green, white and grey sail filled and floated gracefully above our bows. It was poetry in motion and what and as Liam puts it “a real  rush to see it up there again”. The repairs looked good but would need a minor adjustment next time we revisited Hampton in a few months time. Sailing under kite for the next few hours was great until the wind gods decided that we were having way too much fun and changed the strength and direction of the wind. From then on our passage became a frustrating combination of motoring, motor sailing and just to make it even more challenging, a decent amount of  fog  was thrown in for good measure. After 36hours we finally put the anchor down at Sandy Hook, an aptly named small anchorage in Lower Bay just 7 miles from the mouth of the Hudson River. Together with our friends on Remi De, we watched as the sun set into the mist on the bay as the lights of Manhattan reflected an orange glow on the cloud cover in the distance.
We’d been hoping for a beautiful day for our transit past the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline, and we weren’t  disappointed. As we motored up towards the bay the city skyline slowly came into view.

The last time we’d seen this sunning vista had been back in the early 90’s. The world has changed so much since then and the one thing that hit us most was the void in the skyline where the World Trade Centre towers had once stood.
It was a beautiful day and we were able to get right up near what would have to be the most recognised statue in the world. There, towering above us stood the grand lady who has welcomed visitors and immigrants to this wonderful city and country for decades.
          
After sailing over 31,000 miles and across two of the planets largest oceans, here we were standing on the deck of our trusty stead “Gone With The Wind”, only meters away from the Statue of Liberty . It was an incredibly emotional moment for us and we’d like to thank  our good friends Bruce and Toni from Remi De for capturing that special moment on film.  
         
                                                                                                                 
Liam  also hoisted our Boxing Kangaroo flag and it flew proudly  aloft as we passed the city. After we had our pictures taken then we repaid the favour and took some of Remi De. It was great to have two Australian flagged yachts there together.
                                                                                                              
Leaving Liberty in our wake we turned into the East River which, as the name suggests, runs along the east side of Manhattan Island and the city of New York. Here we met up with No Rehearsal who’d arrived in New York a few days earlier. From the shore the three cats heading up river would have made a good sight. Again, heaps more pictures were taken, this time with the impressive city skyline behind.Thanks also to Daryl and Annie for their cachet of great pics.
Now, New York wouldn’t be New York without a celebratory drink, so for this special occasion we popped the cork on a chilled bottle of Moet and toasted  our achievement to the dulcet tones of a very fitting  song by The Eagles’ “ In a New York Minute”

Timing is everything when you are transiting the East River. One section of the river is known as “Hells Gates” and for good reason. The tide races through here at at a speed of 6 plus knots so you really want to time it right, or else it will take you hours to cover this patch of river. When we went through  the speed readout on our GPS showed us hitting 11 -12 knots as we raced through the turbulent waters. It was a spectacular trip up the river, the city exudes such vibrancy. Sightseeing helicopters buzzed overhead and fast ferries including the huge orange Staten Island ferry.
 
                                                                                                                                                                             It was a thrill to pass under the Brooklyn Bridge and  float past mirror glassed skyscrapers, penthouses and well known buildings such as the Empire State Building, and the Chrysler and United Nations Building. Further up river there was even an imitation Sydney Harbour Bridge.


One very unusual floating and not very attractive building that we passed well up the other end of the river belonged to the correctional authority and was part of their jail system. It looked just like a floating concrete box that was about as inviting as  Alcatraz.
After a couple of hours we left the East River and New York behind us and motored out into the calm waters of Long Island Sound. Exploring New York would have to wait until our return in a few months time and that would be something  very exciting to look forward to . 
                                                            *****************************

THE CHESAPEAKE BAY, A short stopover in Virginia.
Hampton & Deltaville.
12th –20th July 2011
It was early afternoon when we left the idyllic bay at Cape Lookout and headed out for our overnight sail along the North Carolina coast. Not wanting to sail the extra12 miles to round the bottom of the Cape Lookout shoals, we opted to take a short cut across them. With the sun behind us, slowly and carefully we picked our way through the maze of shifting sands that extend seaward from the cape.This area is renowned for claiming many a ship over the years and we sure as hell didn’t want to add GWTW’s name to the list. With a very careful eye on the depth sounder and our Max Sea electronic charts, IPad and Raymarine plotter (you can never have too many navigation systems on board), we were safely across and back in deep water within an hour of leaving the anchorage. The 218 mile sail to Hampton, our destination in the Chesapeake Bay, would take us north east to Cape Hatteras and then in a  north westerly direction along the Virginia coastline. A large pod of dolphins came to visit us just before dusk and I was lucky enough to snap off a couple of pictures before they disappeared into the evening’s fading light.
             
Our night sail was a stunner, a near full moon bathed us and the sea in beautiful silver light and the wind was steady at 15-20 knots, clocking  steadily from the east around to the south west. I gotta tell you, there really is something magical about being on the ocean at night with a clear sky above and twinkling stars and a bright  moon shining down on you. It’s just one of those things that stays with you forever.
Sailing under a varying combination of main, screecher and jib we purred along until the wind grew lighter and lighter and the air became thick and heavy with fog. As dawn approached the eerie light revealed an encircling wall of white all around us.The fog was thick, heavy and very, very wet. If we’d stripped off and brought out the soap and shampoo we could have had a pretty decent bird bath I reckon. After a few hours the hot morning sun began to burn off the fog and not far in the distance we could see the coast of Virginia. Naturally, as the breeze filled in it came from the north west, exactly the direction we were headed, oh well, we’d had it pretty good for most of the passage. Arriving at the mouth of the Chesapeake around midday and with the mercury rising higher with each passing hour, we decided to stop the boat and dive over the side for a quick cool off. The water temperature was absolutely wonderful and refreshing. Stopping here for a swim had been a good call, as once we got into the bay, the water once again took on that familiar not so inviting brown hue from the numerous large rivers and creeks that flow into the massive body of water that makes up the Chesapeake Bay.
Heading up the bay, although we were tired, we had to stay pretty alert as we were transiting some major shipping lanes and the big guys move at speed. As well as cargo ships there were also Navy vessels. Not very far from Hampton is the major US naval base at Norfolk and the navy really aren’t  impressed if you get too close to them, in fact they broadcast their movements on the VHF radio just to make sure that all vessels know how far away they should be. We made  very sure that we didn’t get in their way.

As we made our way into the channel that lead to the village of Hampton we got our first close up view of an Osprey nest on top of one of the channel markers. These birds are protected by law and where ever they choose to make their nest no one is allowed to interfere with it or remove it until after August 18th, when all the young Osprey are old enough to have have  left the nest. 
                                                                                  
Hampton’s  anchorage looked pretty tight and by the time the three cats, Lo Spirito di Stella, No Rehearsal and us had anchored, there wasn’t much room for anyone else. We stayed in Hampton for a couple of days while we had our spinnaker repaired, after all that was the reason for going there. Conveniently,  the North Sails’ loft was located about 50ft behind our boat so it was dead easy  to drop off and pick up the sail. Town itself was a bit of a dud, twenty minutes and you’d seen it all. There were a couple of good restaurants though
Our favorite was one called the Taphouse which served great crab dip, melt in the mouth sushimi and huge salads. It was also lovely and cool and a nice place to sit ,watch the world go by and escape the heat outside.  After four days and a repaired spinnaker later we were ready to move on.
  Our friends from Remi De had just returned from a very short European vacation and coincidentally their marina up at Deltaville was very close to where  friends, who we’d met down in Trinidad, lived. We’d promised to stop in and visit Ed and Mary from the 78ft sloop Nomadess while we were in the Chesapeake, so the timing could not have been better. Heading up to Deltaville we stopped  one bay short  at Fishing Bay where Ed and Mary lived. Nomadess sat peacefully in her pen, her mast soaring high above the surrounding trees. She looked a picture sporting her new paint job that was completed whilst down in Trinidad. It was great to catch up again and  while we were there Ed offered to run us around to the marina to visit our friends on Remi De. For some reason when you get into the larger size yachts their dinghies aren’t called dinghies but instead the term tender is used. So accepting their kind offer to run us the 5 miles around to the marina we piled into their tender and took off at 27 knots! Wow what a ride that was. After all it did have a couple of 250 hp motors strapped to the back of it and it’s definitely the fastest we’ve ever been in a dinghy, sorry tender.
Deltaville
The following day we moved around to Jackson Creek which was the closest anchorage to the Deltaville township and marinas.The entrance to the creek was extremely narrow and we weren’t sure that we’d make it in through the channel markers. As we moved up the twisting channel past the markers you could almost hear GWTW sucking her sides in to squeeze by. Boy was that a tight entrance.

 
Once inside, the creek was lovely and tranquil. We found a nice spot just across from the public jetty and alongside No Rehearsal. Daryl and Annie had been anchored in the creek for a few days and invited us over for a sundowner along with some locals who they’d met a few days earlier. It was a very pleasant evening and this was how we met Donny and Judy who’s home we were anchored out the front of. The next day around lunchtime Donny and Judy swung by in their boat to let us know that they were heading off to do a spot of fishing, but that when they came back we were invited to join them on their porch to eat crabs, drink beer and visit Donny’s “man cave”. Naturally we accepted their generous offer.
Well, we certainly aren’t seasoned crab eaters, but after a short lesson on how to attack these tough shelled critters we had a good grip on the art of crab eating. And eat crabs we did. The pile of crabs that adorned the table when we arrived was huge and they all came from Donny’s crab pots at the end of his jetty. They were a bit messy to eat,note the newspaper on the table, but delicious and washed down with an appropriate beverage, it was a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
  
After we could eat no more we adjourned to the “man cave” where Donny keeps his collection of Corvette Stingrays.Talk about impressive, these cars were immaculate and gorgeous. The blue corvette was Annie’s favorite, while Liam preferred Judy’s Shelby Mustang convertible, parked in the driveway,   with it’s go fast stripes, it looked like it should have been on a racetrack!
  
Our new friends offered to drive us to town to have a look around (it was way too far to walk), and they also took us down to the marina to visit Bruce and Toni again. As Donny and Judy were leaving to go back to work in Richmond the next day, we decided to have dinner with them in town. During the course of the meal they said that as they would be travelling back to Richmond in one car, that they would leave the keys to the house and the Lexus for us just in case we needed to go anywhere. We said that we’d be fine, but they insisted. Once again we were bowled over by the generosity of these lovely people that we continue to meet as we travel up the east coast of the United States. Seeing as how we had the use of their car, we did a little shopping in town and  put our screecher into the Deltaville sail maker, Ullman Sails, for some repairs, the opportunity was just to good to go past. A few weeks earlier Deltaville had been hit by a Tornado. It had cut a path across the cornfields and had taken out part of the town’s church as well as the odd home.
   
Where ever it had touched down the destruction was plainly evident with huge trees having been felled like matchsticks, and yet only a couple of yards from the tornado’s path, the  landscape looked like nothing had ever happened as you can see  from the pictures below.
 
There were plenty more Osprey nests around the area too, and we spent hours watching the young ones making their first attempts at flying while their parents looked on from a nearby tree.
 
Sometimes our lives  must sound like we do nothing but eat drink and have fun, but there is the flip side to cruising like repairing things that break or just general ongoing maintenance, which never seems to end. Finding a calm bay is the best spot to tackle these sort of jobs so while in the creek Liam pulled out our badly rusting air conditioning units. We have two on board GWTW and they are very heavy and awkward to remove. Liam spent two days repairing and fiberglassing the rusted drip trays and reinstalling the units.

 
Unfortunately, the not so clever manufactures had used metal trays under the units, these days they use plastic, and over time the trays had rusted through completely. It was a job well done and much appreciated by the crew, given the very hot weather we were experiencing in the Chesapeake. After catching up with Remi De a few more times we were ready to move on again. Our last night was spent just inside the mouth of the bay where we anchored along with the big tankers and watched a lovely sunset over the bay. Tomorrow would see us at sea for another night as we headed up the coast towards New York, another significant milestone for us on the USA east coast.

CRUISING INFO: Hampton. Formalities: Phone Norfolk, Virginia CBP( Customs & Border Protection) upon arrival ,24/7 on # 757 533 4218. Anchorage: Across the channel from Hampton City Dock Marina. Water is available free from the dock, just call up the dockmaster for assistance. Tourist info & maps are available from dockmaster’s office. Supermarket: Food Lion is a15min walk from the end of Sunset creek on Kecoughtan Rd. Leave dinghy at Sunset Marina. Attractions: Virginia Air & Space museum, Flying Horses Carousel both on Settlers Landing Road. Restaurants : Quite a few including the Taphouse are on West Queensway St, 5 mins walk from Marina. Sail Repairs: North Sails,$60 per hr labor charge, alongside the Hampton Yacht Club.
Deltaville. Anchorage: Fishing Bay or Jackson Creek. Marinas are located in Broad Creek off the Rappahannock River. Supermarket: Deltaville Market, along with West Marine and The Dollar Store are located on General Puller Hwy, you will need transport to get there.Sail repairs: Ullman Sails, General Puller Hwy.
                                                 ********************

NORTH CAROLINA
Winyah Bay, Beaufort and Cape Lookout
7th – 11th July 2011
As always, time and weather dictates our sailing schedule and come the morning of July 5th we said goodbye to Charleston in South Carolina, weighed anchor and pointed our bows north. Our destination was Winyah Bay in North Carolina. It lay a mere 43 mile stretch of south easterly winds and  flat seas ahead. By 1130 the breeze had filled in nicely and the mainsail and screecher, our big reaching sail, made their debut for the day . We sat on a very comfortable nine knots for most of the day and watched the miles disappear under our keels. With no  pressing boat chores on our agenda the fishing lines were deployed. It had been a long time between drinks, so to speak, and  Liam was over the moon when he heard  the trolling line peg make that unmistakable '”there’s a fish on the line” ping. With his fishing box and implements of dispatch at the ready it wasn’t long before the big Mahi Mahi was landed and in the freezer.

We entered the river at Winyah Bay around 5pm  motoring upstream against the tide for a few miles “till we reached Mosquito Creek. As with most of these big tidal rivers on the east coast the water had taken on a dark brown appearance, giving the impression that it was dirty but in reality it’s quite clean. The creek was a lovely side arm of the river with large oak trees gracing the shoreline and dolphins fishing in the shallows along the banks. Along with No Rehearsal, some new friends on a 60 foot Italian designed catamaran also joined us in the creek.The purpose built “Lo Spirito di Stella” , with Italian disabled sailor Andrea Stella, his girlfriend Maria and  crew Agnes aboard, arrived about an hour after us. Andrea, who had met with an unfortunate incident ten years earlier whilst in Florida, he was shot three times in the back  by a couple of  low-life hooded car thieves, decided not to let his disability, paraplegia, rule his life and took on the challenge of sailing around the world. He is an  absolute inspiration to all of us out here.
           
    

We were all up early the next morning and set out at 0630 for the overnight passage of 157 miles to Beaufort. As much as we prefer the to stop each night,sometimes it’s just not practical. Along this stretch of coast there are not  many convenient anchorages without having to sail quite a way up rivers and then backtracking to get out to the ocean again. Our passage was a dream run, the breeze coming from the south west at 17 knots. With our main and screecher flying we romped along at speeds of eleven knots. Come mid afternoon as we approached Cape Fear the wind grew lighter so we furled up the screecher and hoisted our spinnaker. Sailing with the spinnaker is a lot of fun and a true delight and all was going well for a few hours until we heard a strange sound, and one that ever sailor dreads. It took only a moment  for us to realise what had happened

Our lovely kite had just torn apart down both sides and across the top and was now floating gracefully towards the water. In a heartbeat we were both up on the foredeck dragging the wet tangle of fabric and sheets (ropes) back up onto the boat. You need a fair amount of energy to retrieve a soggy 60ft x 30ft piece of material and by the end of the exercise we were  nearly as wet as the spinnaker. It was way too wet and heavy to stow away so there it  would have to stay, in a wet  bundle on the foredeck until it dried and we could have it repaired, hopefully in Beaufort.The weather forecast for the next few days was not very exciting with heavy rain and thunderstorms predicted and, as luck would have it, just as we approached the busy inlet into Beaufort the heavens opened and down came the rain. We motored into Taylor Creek, the guide book’s suggested anchorage and it looked a little bit too squeezy for us. Most of the prime real estate in the creek had been taken up by a field of mooring balls on one side and marina docks on the other. With the marina wanting a ridiculous fee for us to moor at their dock (we did try to negotiate a deal for the three cats but they wouldn’t budge) we opted to move further up the creek away from the town where there was more room to anchor. It would be a good mile’s run in the dinghy back to town but that’s sometimes the price you pay when you have a 52ft cat. Not long after anchoring the sun came out, the day turned  incredibly humid and  we were besieged by small biting black insects. Thank heavens for  Aeroguard I say.
Beaufort was our first introduction to the quintessential post card pretty all American town. It’s a small town  with a nice feel and friendly folk. The gentleman who was mowing the lawn of his house where we anchored rowed over to  greet us and asked if we needed a lift anywhere, the supermarket or into town. We were quite stunned at his generous offer.The following day we had quite the reverse experience when we re-anchored the boat a little closer to town and a women came out onto her pontoon and asked us to move on in no uncertain terms as we were blocking her view. We’re still unsure of what her view really was as there was only marshland across the creek. The main part of town had all the right ingredients for a popular summer destination. Lots of lovely streets, pristine old homes, B&B’s, ice-cream parlors, antique shops and a fair share of really good restaurants, including two that we patronized, Aqua and Blue Moon.
          
We visited the Maritime Museum which had some  interesting exhibits relating to the pirate Blackbeard, who apparently lived in the town way back when and who’s ship, well the remains of it “The Queen Anne’s Revenge”, was discovered in shallow waters just outside the Beaufort Inlet. With the town having quite a sailing history and some of the townsfolk still avid sailors, Sunday sailing was popular despite the inclement weather, and  the museum also ran a  children’s program teaching them a few aspects of sailing, including parts of a sail boat and all the nautical flags.           
 After spending a couple of days in Beaufort, a town that we really liked and that we may stop again at a later  date when we return south, it was time to checkout another anchorage nearby. One of the ferry captains from Beaufort had told us about a pretty anchorage just a few miles away at Cape Lookout that had sandy beaches and a couple of good walking trails. It sounded good and it was time for a change of scenery so we headed over. Motoring down toward the inlet’s entrance we spotted quite a number of wild horses grazing on one of the islands that protects Beaufort town from the Atlantic ocean. A lot of the uninhabited islands in the area have horses living on them.          Cape Lookout was a lovely surprise and well worth stopping at. The crescent shaped bay with its long stretch of white sand backed by dunes and the odd tuft of grass, was the first we’d seen since since leaving the Bahamas.This bay was a favorite boating and fishing spot for many of the locals, but once they all went home only a handful of cruising yachts remained and it was just just blissful. The following morning was bright and sunny so Liam and I hopped in the dinghy and headed over to the far side of the bay to have a walk ashore and check out the big lighthouse and small museum, which was once the lighthouse keepers home. The Museum was and the park rangers who staff it were very informative about the area, and the 15 minute video presentation gave us a good insight into the fragile eco systems that make these islands such a sensitive  environment. Cape May is part of the National Seashore that stretches about 100 miles north and forms the barrier island chain which protects much of North Carolina's coastline. These barrier islands are mostly uninhabited except for a few lighthouses. The many shoals and reefs off their coast make them a wild and uninviting place for yachts so we kept our distance as we sailed north around the famed Cape Hatterras,  and on towards  the Chesapeake bay, our next big milestone on the journey north.  
                  
  
                                                                                                                                                                                  Cruising Info : Beaufort. Supermarkets, Piggly Wiggly and Food Lion on Live Oak St, about 1.3 miles from Beaufort Docks Marina. Laundromat, Maytag laundry,( excellent, $ 1.50 per wash & dry), plenty of self serve washers and dryers, located behind the General store on Front St, closed Sundays. Restaurants: Aqua,114 Middle Lane, just off Craven St. Blue Moon,119 Queen St. Courtesy Cars for shopping are available from the Maritime Museum and the Beaufort  Docks Marina (if you are docked there).Cape Lookout: Lighthouse Tours, Thur –Sat March to September, no charge                                                                                                                                                                                                                              **********************************