Southport Wooden Boat Show

Ive had many opportunities to study tidal currents, since leaving Jacksonville, and they arent as simple as I first thought.

The example I gave from the "Coot Club" is the simple case: one inlet, two rivers. But in some sections of the ICW, there are many inlets. Some big, some small, most unnavigable, except for small boats.

Sometimes the inlets that connect the ICW to the Atlantic are 20 or 30 miles apart. Sometimes there is more than one inlet in a single mile. The result is many, many micro-climates, each with its own current pattern. It makes playing the currents quite a challenge.

But there is one section of the waterway that is easy to predict: the Cape Fear River. This mighty river flows out of North Carolina down to the Atlantic at a rate of 3-4 knots. And when I arrived in its vicinity last Friday, it was flowing the wrong way. No way I was going to buck that tide, so I pulled into the charming little harbor at Southport, NC, to wait for a favorable tide.

Southport, NC -- The perfect place to wait for a tide
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My cruising guide said that the towns little harbor had enough room for 3 boats. That was about right, but I had the whole harbor to myself. The lucky Blue Moon had plenty of swinging room!

I tied up Cabin Boy at the Fishy Fishy Cafe dingy dock. The restaurant looked like a typical beach shack type place. I expected the usual variety of fried whatever and hamburgers, but they had some really interesting food on the menu, including a chicken in lemon wine sauce, with artichokes, sun-dried tomatoes, capers and broccolini... really excellent. Best food Ive had on the whole voyage (except for Moms home cooking of course!)

After dinner I walked around the well-preserved little sea-side town and discovered a couple of old wooden boats along the waterfront. The were on display in a small roped-off area, along with a sign saying that the 1st annual Southport Wooden Boat Show would be the very next day (Saturday.)

I figured Id already seen both boats, so didnt think much more about it.

But the next morning, a couple of guys rowed out check out the Blue Moon. They wondered if Id come especially for the boat show. I told them I was just passing through, and it was pure luck I was there that day. They wanted to know, would I like to participate in the show? I hesitated a moment (must catch that tide... must catch that tide...), and said, sure!

They had a slip for the Blue Moon, right in the middle of the show, so I motored over, and joined in the fun!

Just a few of the boats at the show.
The Blue Moons mast is the 3rd from the right
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I spent a couple hours standing on the dock, answering questions, and giving tours of the Blue Moon. Here she is on the dock, with her dock-mate.... a very long, narrow motor boat that reminded me of a Venetian gondola.

The Blue Moon and dock-mate
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There was also a beautiful old wooden fishing boat that I really admired. After fighting their wakes for 1200 miles, Im a bit annoyed with power boats, but this one was a beauty.

NC-built fishing boat
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There were also some really fine home-built boats, like this pair of flat and round-bottom skiffs, built by Russ Ferris:

Flat-botom fishing skiff
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Nat Herresoff designed yacht tender
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I believe this is strip-planked. Notice the inlaid stem knee
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This was an old electric lake boat. Just the thing for a picnic.

Electric lake boat
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My favorite boat was a Pete Culler-designed sharpie. I would have loved to take this one out for a spin around the harbor. All the Pete Culler touches were there, including a brailing line on the main. Nice.

And shes for sale!
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A reporter from the State Port Pilot -- the local newspaper -- made a video of the show:



The show was a great success, and I was happy to participate! Well worth missing my tide for. There was another one the next morning.

Theres a lesson in that, somewhere...

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