We are blessed (and occasionally challenged) to have multiple places we call “home”, and this year Vancouver was the home I was excited to spend Zephyr’s first Christmas in.
We left Brio in North Carolina, where friends from my childhood cruising days (we met in the Marquesas when I was 11!) had arranged for us to tie up at their friends amazing dock for the duration of our stay! After visiting (and thoroughly enjoying their “penthouse in the sky” apartment for a few nights) we started our 3-flight trip home. I don’t recommend the route 😉
But Zephyr was a champ & spent the day crawling backwards, investigating every speck of dust, and charming strangers.
It had been 4 months since we’d seen my parents and sister, so Zephyr brought a few new tricks to the party too — most notably finally crawling forward (eek!) and 8 teeth (double-eek!).
I have always loved Christmas, but Christmas through the eyes of a tinsel-chasing, light-loving, magic-seeking baby makes it all even better…
(And yes, I have 1000 pics from Christmas alone!)
There were so many highlights to our visit, but I think snowmobiling in the BC mountains, visiting our great friends on Vancouver Island and spending time with family (including great-grandparents and extended cousins parties!) were at the top of my list.
Until next time, Vancouver!
Travel days ideally start at sunrise (easy enough with the built-in baby alarm who sleeps 6-6 almost no matter what).
Jolly jumping is nearly always part of the journey.
Please note the first photographic evidence of FOUR teeth (ouch!)
This stretch of the ICW includes Camp Lejeune (a military base) where there’s a firing range that crosses the water. They weren’t doing any live firings while we went through, but we still heard nearly constant explosions. Zephyr stayed down below, just in case.
There’s also been lots of evidence of Hurricane Florence’s wrath, like this sailboat in the forrest!
We found a little nook to anchor in for the night… it’s funny because it looks like there would be all sorts of spots to choose from, but we draw 5’6” so actually finding a nook with more than 6’ of water can be a challenge!
The fun part about this spot (8’ of water) was that Active Captain (the sailor review site) had mentioned that a couple roads dead-end at the shore, so you can land your dinghy and walk across to the Atlantic Ocean side of the beach.
Which was… AMAZING:
Zephyr obviously tried to eat the sand. I thought we should let him try a little (school of hard knocks over here) but Jon stepped in and saved him from the inevitable tummy ache 😉
These are the days we dreamed of!
– The Brio Trio 😉
Morehead City was a weird place. A friend described it as like a carnival town when the carnival is closed, and that felt kind of right.
But we made friends with our Lyft driver, Alex. When he realized we lived on a boat (“with the baby!?”) and we realized he’d never been on a sailboat, we invited him in for a tour.
He came down the companionway stairs and exclaimed, “it just goes down and down!” Which is true and also not that obvious from the outside, I suppose 🙂
He was also impressed that we had a kitchen (“even with an oven!”) and he left muttering about how excited he was to tell his wife about “these hippies I met in the marina”.
We managed to escape the marina (maneuvering in reverse in a piling marina surrounded by multi-million dollar sportfish boats is NOT my idea of fun) at a leisurely 11:00am to continue our journey south.
We timed the current exactly wrong, so had a good 2 knots against us the whole way instead of a 1-2 knot boost, but we still made it into Swansboro in time for sunset and baby bedtime.
In general it’s been one of those funny weeks where everything just feels kind of normal… working, playing with the baby, doing laundry, getting groceries, moving south a little, enjoying the weather, and planning our next hops.
Couldn’t ask for more, really!
– The Brio Trio (<—- think I can make this a new thing?? 😉 )