We left Harbourgate Marina in the morning. It was a big day. We were leaving South Carolina and would be in North Carolina for the night. Traveling on a Saturday is a dread for us cruisers because the locals are out and there can be a lot of traffic. We were surprised that there wasn’t much, except at the Pontoon Bridge. It opens on the hour. It opens slowly because the bridge is really on a barge, of sorts.

That is the friendly Pontoon Tender. And below is the marker that lets you know that you are in North Carolina. A little red nun! Number 116. A new state.

And the first home I saw.

The wind was picking up as we continued our trip. There are plenty of no wake zones.

Once we reached Southport we jumped ship. We started to walk together, but, I wanted to look; Kelley wanted to exercise. We split up and met back at the boat. I found a yarn shop and visited with the nicest lady. People here are so kind. They seem to take the time to ask questions and, therefore, I feel comfortable asking them questions about their town.

Southport has become popular with retirees. It has some beautiful homes.

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