BEAUFORT, ORIENTAL, BELHAVEN, AND EAST LAKE, NORTH CAROLINA

First, let me say that, although it seems we are moving rather quickly, at this point, there really is no reason to go more slowly.  We are in a region of the county where people live few and far between, and the towns are very small and offer only a few things of interest to these travelers.  It’s sort of like “the out back.”  There is no reliable internet service, so my blogs are a little bunched up and spread apart.   

On approach to Beaufort Town Docks.

Another impression we have formed in visiting several of these small places on the ICW is that these places are not what they once were but are trying to regain more of what they once had.  Unfortunately, a bad economy such as we currently have, seemingly strikes hardest in small town America.  There are many places where the waterfront is vibrant and beautiful, but go back a block or two and you will see boarded up businesses and homes with foreclosure notices.  Additionally, what it would seem that some of these small ICW towns are doing is turning to tourism to rekindle local economy.  As such, you see a lot of money being spent revitalizing the waterfront areas.  Also, historic homes are being designated and refurbished left and right, and the locals are taking their turns as historians and developing stories to highlight a more prosperous and righteous past.  This is all very good.  However, it makes each town you visit feel like Disneyland at first, only to find more discouraging vistas a block or two behind the waterfront.  Again, these are MY observations, and you are free to disagree.

Beaufort, North Carolina, (pronounced BO-FORT, and not B-YOU-FERT as in South Carolina) was a very pleasant surprise.  Although it was really nothing like I expected, we really enjoyed it.  We spent a night at the Beaufort Town Docks. 

Pappa Bear, Momma Bear, and Baby Bear - all snug as three bugs (oh I hate that) in a rug.

They had a courtesy car we could use to get to a market for some supplies.  It is somewhat off the ICW and thus a little out of the way, but it was easy getting there, and the water was plenty deep.  Again, everything lets you know you are docked in front of the Historic Downtown Waterfront.  There are restaurants and more restaurants, and gift shops every ten or so feet.  The buildings are old but have been revitalized and thus look really good. We also saw that many of the homes in the historic district were being restored and had plaques describing who built them, who lived there, and when.  [A quick word about the courtesy car:  It was a late model chevy lumina complete with air conditioning that worked, and duct tape keeping the trunk lid closed and the driver's side rear door attached.  It was really funny].

Just one of many fabulous old homes in historic Beaufort.

I was not sure why at first, but a lot of mega yachts come here.  No doubt this is true because it is a deep water port, and Moorhead City, just across the way, is a mecca for all things yachting (at least in terms of supplies, parts, technicians, etc., it’s like a smaller version of Fort Lauderdale in that regard).  Actually, I changed my opinion on this when we started walking the streets.  The waterfront street has a number of very high end clothing and boating stores, and, as I said, tons of very nice restaurants.  You could come to Beaufort and spend two weeks eating out in a different place every night. 

We did not know this but, the famous pirate, Black Beard, had a ship known as “Queen Anne’s Revenge” which sank not far from this area.  Recently, the anchor from this vessel was uncovered and lifted and there will be a new exhibit at the Beaufort Maritime Museum. In fact, they are planning the grand opening of the Black Beard exhibits for the very near future.  When we visited the museum, we noticed how they were building new displays. 

Can you find Blackbeard in this photo?

This is what I mean about turning to tourism to spark outsiders’ interest in spending money in a community.  Commercial fishing and lumber are having a hard time supporting the community which continues to grow.

Another thing we learned when we visited the Maritime Museum, was that this area is steeped in the tradition of boat building.  The stories run deep, and the traditions even deeper.  There were a number of boats developed and then manufactured in this area.  Each of them is different from their hull shapes to their rigging, and all of them designed for a specific purpose.  I have a friend back in Channel Islands who fancies himself a boat builder.  He would really enjoy visiting the wooden boat building shed, where there are several boats being built all of which are in different stages of construction.  Visitors may walk in and watch the construction (if any is going on) or simply look at the tools and gaze at the models.

What really inspired my opinion as to how certain places presently aspire to be what they once were, as opposed to what they could be, was our visit to the Old Burying Ground.  This is an historic cemetery in Beaufort established in 1709.  It’s a lovely place.  It’s shady and lush.  The Wisteria wraps many of the trees and hangs, flowering at this time of year.  There is no more of the hanging moss such as we saw for the last several hundred miles.  Some say it’s too cold for it to live here.  I have news for you.  It’s been almost 100 every day for the last two weeks!  Ok, back to the cemetery.

The Old Burying Ground lies around the building once used for sessions of the Court and for reading of service of the Anglican Church.  In 1731, the cemetery was deeded to Beaufort.  The earliest graves are marked with shell, brick or wooden slabs because there was no stone to make markers except that which was shipped from far away on wooden ships.  You see several of the characteristic vaults of brick built in an attempt to protect the graves from high water and wild animals.  Most of the graves face east.  Why?  Those buried wanted to be facing the sun when they arose on “Judgment Morn”.  There are several very colorful fellows buried there whom you probably did not hear about in your American History classes.

For instance, you might not have ever heard of Captain Josiah Pender, who died and was buried here in 1864.  He led a group of 50 men in the seizure of Fort Macon, a month before North Carolina seceded from the Union in 1861.  They raised an improvised confederate flag.

Nathan Fouller was buried there in 1800.  His ancestors came to America on the Mayflower.

There are some great inscriptions on headstones as well, such as this one that appears on the headstone of Captain John Hill when he was buried in 1879: 

“The form that fills this silent grave

Once tossed on Ocean’s rolling wave,

But in a port securely fast,

He’s dropped his anchor here at last.”

Sarah Gibbs is buried next to Jacob Shepard.  It would appear that Sarah was first married to Jacob.  Jacob was a mariner who went to sea but never returned.  Later, Sarah married Nathaniel Gibbs and had a child.  Several years later, it turns out Jacob had been shipwrecked and couldn’t send or receive his email (just kidding).  He returned to Beaufort and found that his wife was married to someone else.  The two men agreed that Sarah should remain with Gibbs for as long as she lived, but that she should spend eternity at Jacob’s side.  Very cool.

The highest ranking officer from Beaufort to serve in the American Revolution, Col. William Thomson, lies in a grave here, not far from the grave of a British officer who died aboard a British ship in Beaufort harbor.  As the story goes, the British sailor did not want to be buried with his boots off, so they buried him in full uniform………standing up, under a stone which reads:

“Resting ‘neath a foreign ground,

Here stands a sailor of Mad George’s crown

Name unknown, and all alone,

Standing the Rebel’s Ground.”

Captain Otway Burns, whom historians say was one of North Carolina’s greatest naval heroes during the War of 1812, lies here.  His tomb is surmounted by one of the cannons off his privateer vessel, “Snapdragon”.

This is the gun from Snapdragon.

And finally, the “Girl In Barrel of Rum”.  As legend has it, in the 1700s, an English family, including an infant daughter came to Beaufort.  The little girl grew up really wanting to see her homeland.  She finally got to go to England with her father, but died on the voyage home.  Normally, she would have been buried at sea, but her father couldn’t bear breaking his promise to her mother, that he would bring her home, so he purchased a barrel of rum from the captain of the homebound ship and placed her body in it.  She was buried in the barrel of rum when they got back to Beaufort. 

Here lies the Girl in the Barrel of Rum

You just can’t make this stuff up. These are the kinds of stories that make our country special.  You’ll never find this stuff in a high school or college history book.

Our next stop was a town called Oriental, North Carolina. 

You might be wondering just why in the world a fishing town on the Neuse River where it meets Pamlico Sound would be called “Oriental”.  It turns out that the founders of this place had a different name for it at first, but decided it was not that exciting or inspiring.  There was a sailing ship called Oriental, whose name plate was found on the beach.  This is how the town got its name. 

These guys were working the oyster beds the hard way.

Moreover, you probably didn’t know that Oriental is actually the sailing capital of North Carolina.  It has to do with the fact that the waters are wide and there is always a consistent breeze.  This place is a great place for sailboat racing.  I could certainly imagine setting out all kinds of race courses here.  There is plenty of room.  It is even deep enough for big racing boats running buoy courses as well. 

Commercial fishing is the main industry of Oriental.  From where we anchored in the harbor, we could smell the trawl nets drying in the sun.  They fish for shrimp and oyster from around here.  There is also a charter fishing fleet that takes tourists out fishing.  It’s not that far from the open ocean.

Oriental is basically a very small community. There are only two stop lights in the entire county.  It’s pretty spread out, however, and it is hard to get a feel for the place.  There are only a couple places to stop and eat or drink, but there is a nautical consignment shop that is absolutely unbelievable.  If you are willing to dig a little, you can probably find just about anything that goes on a boat here. 

Main Street, Oriental, NC

We also found…….wait for it……yes……a Tiki Bar!!!! 

Oriental is a stopping place for a lot of boats travelling north or south.  There is not much to do there, but at the beginning and at the end of the season, the small marina fills up each afternoon and then empties out in the morning.  The same goes for the anchorage behind the breakwaters.  There is a larger marina there as well but it is mostly filled with the boats of folks who live there as opposed to the Oriental Marina and Inn where we found the Tiki Bar, which is all transient.  So, after walking all around the town in what can only be described as stifling afternoon heat, we settled in at the Tiki Bar for a couple cold drinks amongst all the other cruisers who stopped there for the day.  Unfortunately, the other cruisers were all cruising “together” so they pretty much ignored us.  Whatever.  Some cruisers find comfort in their little cliques. 

The City of Oriental, interestingly, maintains a nice web site which has web cams placed so you can see the harbor, the anchorage, the river, and the waterfront.  Some of you saw us on the web cam if you tuned into Facebook when we posted the site with the active web cams.  We had a good time with our own cocktails out on the bow waiving at the camera when we were fairly sure it was clicking.

The next morning we left for the town of Belhaven on the Pungo River.  We had a beautiful cruise.  It was wide open and calm.  There were moments on the water when there was not a puff of wind and the water all the way across the Pamlico River was like a sheet of glass.  As such, of course, the temperatures were very warm.  But, we loaded up on ice at Beaufort, so we had cold drinks and life was good.

The Belhaven waterfront.

Talk about depressed.  Entire streets in Belhaven were boarded up.  You may recall my discussion of LaBelle, FL (the first time through the Okeechobee) and how depressed it seemed there.  Well, this was 50 times as bad.  The downtown area seemed deserted.  There were very few cars rolling and nobody walking.  Nothing was open except a pharmacy and the hardware store.  Neither had full shelves.  There was  lots of open spaces for more inventory should it ever get acquired.  This was in the mid afternoon, too.  So it made no sense that everything else was closed, restaurants included. 

This is the public dinghy dock in Belhaven.  When the wind picked up, the water, and our dinghy, pushed over the top and onto the dirt bank.  Very buggy!

We did find an interesting museum that was open, however.

The Museum. The Police Station. The Municipal Building.  All in one. The museum actually takes up the top floor which was a gym when this structure was constructed back in 1910. 

In or about 1962, an eclectic pack rat named Eva Blount Way died. For a couple years, her things remained in her house while her kids figured out what to do with all of it. In 1963, the family sold all of her stuff to the town for very little money on the condition that all her things should be put on display.  So, Belhaven now has an historical museum.  She had all sorts of things from buttons by the millions, to German machine guns, to embryo’s in bottles of formaldehyde; to nautical memorabilia and even collections of insects and snakes; even her kitchen pantry was unloaded there and remains unopened.  She had some wonderful clothing and hand carved furnishings.  She had all sorts of stuff including the newspaper that announced Lincoln’s assassination.  It’s a fine line between historical museum, garage sale, and antique shop.  Either way, when you have an opportunity to visit a collection of personal items such as this, you end up looking into a window back in time and if you use your imagination, you can enjoy a glimpse of what life was like when Eva Blount Way lived. 

We know she was a “pack rat” however from her own words:

My Old Shoes

“I love my pitchers baskets and gourds

And I love my buttons too

But of all the things I love the best

Are my dear old everyday shoes.

They help me bear the burdens of life

They keep me smiling all day

They keep my work from being a strife

Till its time to hit the hay.

So friends of mine please all forgive

My praising these downtrodden treasures

But they make my life so easy to live

That my work becomes a pleasure.

So hail to you my dear old shoes

You’ve trod so many miles

I’m sorry you’ve had so much abuse

In exchange for just my smiles.”

The anchorage is in front of the town and inside what appear to be breakwaters, but which are actually storm surge breaks, so they really offer no protection.  After walking around a bit, we noticed that the wind had really picked up, so we walked to a place where we could see the boat.  She was bucking and rolling in the incoming wind waves, so we decided to head back to the boat to move to a better place.  Ultimately, we picked up the hook and moved to a place about 12 miles further down the Pungo River where it intersects with the Alligator-Pungo Canal.

Tomorrow we shall continue this adventure northbound.  It will take us 2 days to get to Elizabeth City. 

We anchored for a night in a place called East Lake.  It was absolutely beautiful, and serene.  Lots of "buggy" potential, however, so before sunset, we buttoned up tight.  Upon awakening in the morning, we only saw a few dead "midgees" and a few live ones, but, in all honesty, this was nothing like the St. Johns River. 

We left East Lake early to cross the Albermarle Sound before a lot of wind picked up, on our way to Elizabeth City where we are now.  This place is great.  I'll write more about it later.

We'll likely spend the weekend here in Elizabeth City and then transit the Great Dismal Swamp Canal en route to the Chesapeke Bay.

More later.