So, where is everybody?

Our view today between Portsmouth and Coinjock, NC (50 miles of nothing).

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PORTSMOUTH YESTERDAY

Speaking of where is everybody, here are a few street scenes...

And where we ate...

Still is my favorite restaurant in Portsmouth.  Advertises as vegan and glutin-free,  but I love it anyway.  "Still" does not stand for "Still the One."  It stands for former whisky still.

One person seen at the bar (left). 

Barry give a little zombe life to the entry way. (right)

Our bunk...

Balboita hung out over night in one of the two usually crowded basins at the end of main street.  Again, alone and unafraid, but where the ef are all the people?  This is "transit time," folks.  Millions of snowbirds are hiding in the bushes somewhere.

Coinjock last night...

Here we are at our dock at Coinjock, the only marina hereabouts.  If you don't have a reservation, you get to wander alone and unafraid into the dark searching for anchorage.  There is no plan B.  So we made a reservation and mentioned up front that we needed fuel, a fact that is bound to get you a room at the inn.

(I should mention that Coinjock has some creeping competition across the way in the form of the Midway Marina which, according to its Facebook page, is "the best marina in Coinjock, NC" (dig, dig)

In front of us is a 112-foot Westport named Castlefinn. 

I do not believe humans live on board.  

Behind us is a Fleming. Balboita, the little boat that could, proudly floated among the one percenters.

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Speaking of transit time, for thems who are about to follow in our path:  the Great Lock at Portsmouth opened yesterday for us at 9:30 am.  For thems that have a clue what I'm talking about, this is a pretty big deal.  All my sources says the only morning times are: 8:30 or 11 am.  Maybe temporary accommodation for snow birds who are flying the coop.

Well, that's all folks...

 Vicki and the Bros