We pulled anchor at 8:00 am, heading for
Washington, NC. We docked at Washington
Waterfront City Marina at 12:30 pm, having travelled 38 miles. Without a doubt, Washington has been the
nicest place we've been so far. Such a
nice little town with the friendliest of people. We went to dinner in downtown and were
heading back to the boat when a couple on the street said we should go into
this little place and listen to the music.
It was a kind of art gallery but in the back there were approximately 15
people jamming. They were all sitting in
a circle passing the mike around. When
the mike came to them, they would play whatever song they wanted and the rest
of the group would join in with their instruments. There were guitars, fiddles, mandolin,
spoons, etc. It was the coolest thing I
ever saw. We stayed there for over an
hour listening to them. It was such a
good time. I've never been to a jam
session before.
The next day we got our new bikes down off the hard top and rode to
the laundromat. I haven't ridden a bike
to the laundromat since I was 12 years old when my mother would pay me a
quarter to go do the laundry.
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| This is Debbie in case you can't recognize her with the ball cap. |
After getting the laundry done (thanks John), we
rode to West Marine and bought a new GPS to replace our backup GPS. The chip on it ran out when we entered NC (it
was so old they don't make chips for them anymore) and John didn't feel
comfortable not having a backup.
That afternoon, we did the walking tour of Washington
where we saw the only three houses that survived the War Between the States
(I'm not allowed to call it the Civil War).
Those of you that know John will understand this. Two of the three houses each had a cannonball
imbedded in them from the War of Northern Aggression. The rest of the town was burned by Union troops.
Washington is a very historic town with a
beautiful new waterfront. It was the
first city in America to be named for General George Washington. Today it is referred to by North Carolinians as
"Little Washington". They say
you can still see the remains of the Union Army ship, Picket, jutting from
the Tar River where it blew up in 1862, but we never saw it.
On Friday evening, we rode our bikes to Backwater
Jacks for dinner (about 1.25 miles). It
was freezing cold even with our heavy jackets and gloves, but it was well worth
the ride. The meal was wonderful and
they had a two-piece band that was outstanding.
Their motto is "a little less fast and a lot more fun". While there, we got to talking to one of the
locals outside. After that, she would
holler from one end of the restaurant to the other, "Hey Delaware, y'all
doing okay?" I guess the owners
heard her because they took a liking to us and told us to stay as long as we
wanted and when we were ready to leave, they would put our bikes in the back of
their pick-up and drive us back to the boat.
Well, all we could say was, "I'll drink to that". You don't get that kind of hospitality in the
north. In Delaware, the best they would
have done for you is call a cab and tell
you to pick up your bikes the next day.
A great night was had by all.
John on the back of our boat at sunset in Washington, NC
We stayed on the boat most of Saturday doing
chores and trying to get the internet to work.
After getting thoroughly frustrated with the laptop, we took a cab to
the other side of town and bought a new one at Office Depot. We haven't had any problems with the Internet
since then (thank God). But I didn't figure out how to post on our blog until a week later. LOL! That night we
watched the Gamecocks beat Missouri in double overtime. What a nail biter.
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