The Beaufort Docks, were we were tied up, is located right in the center of town. Our slip was just steps away from the main street, lined with house, shops and restaurants. The town is very walkable, so we didn't fool with the bikes. We did, however, need to stock up on gallons of water, so we headed to the dock office, in search of the courtesy car. They gave us the keys, and pointed us to a late 80's Buick/Chevy station wagon, paneling and all. There was a note inside, to never lock it, and the interior had definitely seen better days, but it had a sun roof in the back seat, it ran, and it was free for us to use! We puttered over to the Food Lion and loaded the back with gallons of water(well, not loaded, our water only took up about one third of the area). It was so quick and easy to unload, because of how close our slip was to the parking lot; first time the whole trip!
On the recommendation of the guys in the dock office, we walked across the street to Clawson’s for dinner. The building dates back to 1908 and it used to be a grocery store. As we were lead to our booth, we saw that they had numerous areas for seating, as well as a bar. Our food was really, really good and the prices were some of the best we’ve seen so far…yea! By the time we finished our meal, our friend the wind was making his appearance, so we headed back to the boat for the rest of the night. We’re getting quite used to sleeping through wind and bumpy water!
On Friday am, we walked over to the North Carolina Maritime Museum (more on that later). In the afternoon, we walked the town streets, stopping here and there. We stopped into a place called the Rhum Bar, but Scott was disappointed to find that their rum selection was sub par. We stayed for a beer, meeting a guy from Philly, who’d spent the winter in Beaufort on his sailboat. He told us he really enjoys Baltimore, and we invited him to give us a call if he gets back to the area.
Scott had read in one of his boating magazines about Backstreet Pub. It had been called “the best bar from Maine to Venezuela,” so we searched it out. After some searching, we found it on a “back street’. There used to be a bakery on the site, and the old brick oven extending out from the main building is still visible. We walked inside, into a small, dimly lit bar. The actual bar takes up most of the space, with some benches and small tables along the walls.
We sat at the bar, ordered two beers, and two interesting characters next to us struck up a conversation. One had traveled the water quite a bit from Beaufort to the Bahamas, and currently works on/fixes most anything boat related. He and Scott traded stories about fixing stuff on board and about being boarded by the Coast Guard.After our friends left, Scott and I went out to enjoy the sunshine in the courtyard behind Backstreet. It was out of the wind, so the sun felt great.
Overnight, the wind died down, and we’re now headed north again. The next few days promise good wind and weather! Here are our pictures of Beaufort.
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