Ted & Nancy with Dick after OH Sh***
Sunday October 9th - Our plans for the day began with untying the lines from the dock and heading over to the pump out, where we were greeted by Ted and Nancy.
I'm sure you can guess what happened without me telling the tale. All of a sudden we heard " OH sh***!" Nancy and I looked over and before we could deduce what happened the mishap became apparent as the captain walked past and a not too pleasant odor followed as he was stripping off his shirt, shoes and then shorts "PHEWWWY!!!! Out came the bucket and laundry soap while the captain went below and showered in much cleaner water! Talk about creating a memory!
OK, so after that we said our good byes and stopped at Calvert marina to fill our diesel tanks at $3.52/gallon.
We've had great luck with the seas on the Chesapeake and this day was no different. The seas were absolutely calm. The seas were no different at the entrance to the Potomac river. Sometimes this area can be treacherous.Our destination today was a new anchorage Canoe Creek off of Clements bay. Dropped a hook in this quiet little cove which we shared with a sailboat. The night was clear and the stars were amazing. The only odd noise we heard throughout the evening was the squawk of the heron. How can something so pretty sound so terrible?
Watching a Great White and Blue Heron fish
All is quiet
Sun setting in canoe creek
October 10th, 2011 - The sun was clearing away the morning mist by the time we had the anchor raised. We had a quiet trip up the Potomac River. Our destination today was Mattawoman creek, an anchorage we do enjoy. This year we decided because the weather was inconsequential we'd anchor on the outside of the entrance. It's not as protected but it's a lovely spot. Found our spot and there were a few day sailors out partying on a raft. Next thing we knew we had a swimmer come along calling at the captain. He was a marine from Quantico across the river. He talked about 'some day owning his own vessel' and said our boat was sure pretty. After a brief conversation he swam back over to his raft. That evening we were again treated to a star studded night and barely a ripple on the water.
Morning Mist in Canoe Creek
Godspeed from Jamestown
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