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Tough Trip to Charleston Gallery

Submitted by Capt. Bill Pike on Sun, 2007-07-01 00:01

Betty takes a breather at Tangier Island.

We pump go-go juice at Sea Gate Marina in Newport, North Carolina, amidst the Sea Gate Roosters, retired guys who supply free manpower for community-related projects.

Milton Parks of Tangier Island's Parks Marina was wading under the docks in hip boots when we arrived. "Replacing boards for the upcomin' season," he explained.

Commercial traffic predominates in Portsmouth, Virgina.

A lovely little commercial fishing vessel in a Chesapeake Bay port.

Sunday's schedule of events on Tangier Island.

Lockmaster Robert Peek collects conch shells from those passing through Deep Creek Lock on the northern end of the Great Dismal Swamp Canal.

Thanks to reverse-cycle A/C, Betty was warm and snug overnight, even when springtime temperatures dipped into the 30s.

Chuck and the aircraft carriers of Norfolk.

On a remote stretch of the ICW near Hobucken, North Carolina, Betty Jane found a comfy, inexpensive berth behind a fish-packing plant, R.E. Mayo Inc.-Fresh Seafood Dealer.

Although they’ve since retired, proprietors of South Carolina's Bucksport Plantation Marina & Restaurant Becky and Don McCurry served some wonderful meals to Betty Jane's crew.

The Great Dismal Swamp Canal-we retained Betty's Maryland State flag for good luck.

The author on the fuel dock at Wacca Wache Marina, near Murrells Inlet, South Carolina.

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