Day four: 11/20/1999

Today we awoke to the sounds of shotgun blasts going off in the distance, and around us (though not close enough to worry, the closes being a group of duck hunters 100 yards away).  Eric was moving a little slow today.  We paddled past Mayo marina/dock, and needed supplies that they didn't sell, so they told us that Hobucken Marina would have them, and they pointed around the corner.  We paddled to where we thought it would be (judging by the map), and found nothing.  Although I heard some power saws and hammering that was occurring down this little creek.  So we decided to paddle down and see if Hobucken Marina was located there.  We paddled to the end of the creek where we did find an old cement boat ramp and a building with no sign out front.  We pulled up on the ramp and went into the buildings back screen door.  It was incredible.  It was the marina, but this marina was more like a base for the local fisherman.  They had a grill inside and they sold the supplies we were looking for.  Eric and I ended up eating double cheeseburgers and fries and had some refreshments.  We were there for around four hours listening to and watching the people around us in this surreal place.  The owner was a guy named PIE (although his real name was Clifton I think).  After spending about 50 bucks here between the two of us, we walked out with our supplies.  Our plan was to paddle out of the creek and find a  site to camp.  On the way out, Pie made it a point to come out and tell us that we could camp over next to the marina; I asked if we could start a fire and he said yes, so we stayed.  The mosquitoes were pretty bad, so repellent was necessary.  It was another late night.  A friendly dog came over and helped me eat my Spam on blueberry bagels that night.