The end of February is a fine time to leave North Carolina by water. COLD this year, but fine. Weather keeps us and our little vessel “inside” to putt along the Intracoastal waterway. This is not my favorite, as I would, by far, rather sail the east coast from one inlet to another. Quiet, overnight sails are so much more pleasurable. I enjoy a moonlit overnight watch at the helm.
So, we race south to get out of the cold, but it follows. Even with the cockpit enclosure, we wear layers of clothing and warm up when we anchor with a hot shower and warm dinner.
At Little River, SC we decided to take a marina dock for a night to plug in a heater. We hailed a marina, but there was no response. After a few attempts, a lady from another marina answered and we pulled up to her t-dock.
Sandy, fit and active 76 year old dock master, lives aboard at the marina. She met us at the dock, beckoned for me to toss the line, and she snubbed up the the bow. She gave us the gate and the shower codes, told us to take as long a hot shower as we cared to and we would work things out later, because she was on her way to set things up for the homeless shelter in town.
That evening, I suddenly became ill. We stayed another night. I worsened, we stayed. Sweet Sandy, always showing love and concern, drove us to the doctor, waited there with us, and drove us back.
From her boat-home office, Sandy works looking after the boat slips, but mostly the people. Sandy was a nurse from the west coast. She and her husband loved boating, but he became ill while they were traveling in South Carollina. After caring for him through his illness, God called him home. Sandy continues on at the marina, her friends keeping her busy, and through her mercy work she blesses others. I am thankful for this sweet lady, a Godsend to me. And a new friend is made.