We departed Manteo and headed north up the ICW to Coinjock, North Carolina.
Some crab traps might provide an income stream. All in all, nothing to write home about.
Their only redeeming quality I could find was the marina we docked at for the night. It's used by boaters for a pit stop and that's about it.
There's only a ships' store and a marina restaurant in Coinjock. Ha! The restaurant is famous (in these parts) for their prime rib steaks and they recommend pre-ordering them prior to your arrival.
This is the highlight of Coinjock.. Lol! Luckily, it was just for one evening.
However, I did suggest to Connie that she could find herself a prince at the fishermans bar. Ha! Sexiness.
Here we have docked right on top of this fishing boat.
I'm not joking when I say we are on top of them. They wanted to know if we could hand cocktails down to them. Ha! Our bow was hanging over their back deck. I only hoped they didn't drink too much and hit their head on our anchor.
The next morning was a spectacular day out and I could think of nothing better than to take my turn at the helm.
This one opened vertically, so that was cool to check out.
Even Lebron wanted in on this action...
And then as we arrived in Norfolk, it looked like "welcome to warship rehab."
Stay tuned for my Norfolk post for more juicy details!