14 June 2012: Getting Ready
Today’s forecast is right on target. The 30% chance of a shower has been pretty much a steady rain since 0600 which means about 30% of the day. It seems to be letting off now. Not to be deterred, however, I made use of the time by going through the bag and cartons of little stuff that, prior to 1 June, had filled drawers and shelves in my office. Some trash, some sorted and stored. And this is hard to believe. I just stowed on board $150 worth of canned / box foods. (That includes the case of ginger beer and six fifths of Goslings Black Seal.) But here’s the kicker: there’s still space for more stuff!
Not knowing when the next opportunity may arise, I did a brisk 45-minute walk up to Johnson Point and back. Later, Jim Crawford called just to check on progress; given that we’re still in the slip, not much to report but a nice chat, regardless. Confirmed with Burrys that I’m hanging here ’til the northerly shifts or settles down. Bill OKed hooking up the Army-surplus solar charger that Jerry offered and we agreed to try to rendezvous near Annapolis. I talked with the sail man, too. He’s on his way to get the new main right now and says he can get that wrinkle out of it and back on tomorrow! Busy morn.
And wouldn’t you know it: now that the boat’s more or less set, the forecast has changed again. Now it calls for rain thru Thursday with winds out of the north, so it doesn’t look like I’ll get underway for another couple of days. Gotta stay flexible when you sail a small boat. And this being a boat, there’s always more to do, so I’ll be busy with those little things that didn’t get done and be ready to go once the weather cooperates.
18 June: Are the glasses half full?
There’s a point at which “pier fatigue” sets in and you say, “Aw, the heck with it. I’m goin’.” There are those whose boat is never ready, who never leave the pier. They seem not to Blog about it, typically, so the record is incomplete. But if you’re gonna go, ya gotta GO! So with the boat ready, me beyond ready, a sunny sky and reasonably favorable so’westerly, we cast off.
It was tough saying ‘good-bye’ but a great adventure lay ahead when Steadfast cast off down Queens Creek.
Crossing the mouth of the Rappahannock–with a whopping six miles under the keel–the wind died to a whisper and the decision was made to round Windmill Point, cross Fleets Bay and anchor for the night in Indian Creek. The night became two when the wind the next morning started stomping down from the nor’east but NOAA promised better for the day that followed.
Back out on Fleets Bay, there turned out to be more of a chop than I’d understood NOAA to have foreseen but nothing terrible. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but manageable for sure. Reefed down, taking spray over the bow and, on occasion, the dodger (a couple of times, giving my face an unexpected rinse), we made our way toward Smith Point. The day had dawned bright, the sun urging us to get going again. But out here, the sun seemed to be hidden away behind an ever-thickening haze. It wasn’t that encouraging, after all.
About that time, the wind moderated somewhat and with it, the waves, too. So it was possible to let go the wheel for a minute and wipe that slimy salt crystals from the lenses of my sunglasses.
Ah! Waddya know? It’s a beautiful day! The sometimes daunting stretch across the mouth of the Potomac turned out to be without incident this time. There was a wardrobe change along the way to take advantage of the sun and we motored up the Patuxent, past Solomons Island and up to a pleasant little anchorage in a cove off Mill Creek.
We’re really on our way. And remember: things aren’t always the way they may appear. If your glasses are half-full of salt slime, you gotta clean ’em!
24 June: Where in the world…?
When last seen (as in, anyone who knows her having a visual, below), Steadfast was motoring out the channel from Lake Ogleton, just downstream from Annapolis. That was last Tuesday morning, 0800, after a lovely dinner and restful night rafted with Chris and Bill Burry. After a quick stop in Back Creek to re-fuel (the wind was a light southerly, not enough to sail north)…
The crew of Plover bids farewell to Steadfast as she motors into the murky June morning from Lake Ogleton.
Steadfast headed into the Bay among the dozens of pleasure craft hoping to see the fleet of warships headed south from Baltimore after the OpSail weekend there. With the spectator fleet, warships, police and Coast Guard patrols and barge traffic, there was a lot going on. By midday, though, Steadfast was nearly by herself headed up the north Bay. There was a brief interlude to repair a leak in the fresh water system but otherwise the day was uneventful until, heading into the Sassafras River to anchor for the night, we saw “Bounty”–one of the Tall Ships from OpSail–already there.
The replica HMS Bounty, lying at anchor in Sassafras River (MD), months later was lost at sea in Hurricane Sandy.
She led the way out of the anchorage in the morning and Steadfast followed into the Chesapeake & Delaware Canal and under the series of bridges that span that waterway.
Bounty motors under one of several bridges that span the Chesapeake &Delaware Canal.
The C&D is a rush in a little boat like Steadfast: instead of her usual 5 knots under power, she ripped along at as much as 8.5! Woo-Hoo! The flood tide carried us the full length of the canal and kept pushing us down Delaware Bay until late afternoon Wednesday.
The nearest anchorage–one of only a couple on the entire 50NM length of Delaware River / Bay–was at the mouth of the Cohansey River, about 2 miles north of the channel. The only marker for the Cohansey–Green #1–is placed so to blend well with the verdant shoreline. In other words, “Where the heck is that dang marker?!” or words to that effect. So it took a while to get in, get anchored and settled down, as in, safe from the flies.
How to describe accurately and objectively “the flies?” Hmmm. Let’s just say they let you know they’re there. The helmsman is advised to edit slightly the sailor’s adage to read “One hand for the boat, one for the fly-swatter!” The Green Heads–big, ugly, slow–are the daylight dread. They can be managed with a skilled and quick hand. But the deck becomes No Man’s Land once the sun goes down and the air becomes filled with small and–said with thanks–non-biting flying-thing of whose presence one not so much feels as gradually becomes aware. They’re just…there. Everywhere. All over. Everything, as in, be careful breathing.
Anchor checks at night are brief or, better yet, non-existent. Dragging anchor seems preferable to inhaling flying things.
But Thursday was another day, a fairly straightforward and flyless motor down (flies don’t come out on cloudy days, it seems) the rest of Delaware Bay ’til entering New Jersey at the Cape May Canal about 1430 hours. Fishing is the main activity on the waters off the Jersey Coast but at Utsch’s Marina, “We love sailboats,” so that’s where Steadfast headed…
Steadfast and I are at something called Utsch’s Marina – “We love sailboats” says the banner on the double-truck spread in the cruising guide. And by golly, we felt loved. A little lost and alone but loved, nonetheless. Of 350 slips, eight (8) are occupied by vessels equipped to carry sail.
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Drying towels in the slip at Charlie Dock, Utsch’s Marina, Cape May. Note the neighboring sport fishermen, a few of the 300+ tied up here.
- Nice folks here, though, and we had a good time. Much better Friday night when Bowe came in from NYC. More about that in the next chapter. Meantime I wait for dinner at The Lobster House. Will let you know whether the food’s any good but if the ol’ cars-in-the-parking-lot measure is accurate, it should be great!
Stand by. Out.
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