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It was in the 90's that Friday, and I decided I had to go get some ice cream down in the old, colonial fishing village of Oxford, Maryland.
I packed my supplies on the boat and got the weather forecast - northeast breeze at 5-10 kt. Later in the day clocking around to the east and then later to the south. That would be just fine for my heading eastward out of the marina down the Magothy River to the Chesapeake and then with the east wind heading south down the Bay.
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But it turned out the wind had already clocked around to the east, right on my nose. So I motored out, set sail, and tacked into the wind. Here's my track out past the mouth of the river into the Bay and past the Baltimore Light.
My trip took me down the Bay past Annapolis and the Thomas Point Shoal Light.
Without the northeast wind my progress was slower toward the south than I had expected. I decided to stop along the western shore of the Bay in a nice anchorage in the Rhode River.
It was a comfortable night at anchor, and the sunrise was outstanding:
In the morning the wind turned again and my easy course south turned into a beat into the 5-7 kt breeze.
This was my first trip down to the big, wide, Choptank River past Tilghman Island on the eastern shore of the Bay, and I was impressed with this nice sailing area with its array of gunkholes to discover. I had reserved a transient slip at the Mears Yachtyard in Oxford, and I called the marina on channel 16 for directions after I stowed the sails and motored into Town Creek. The Gypsy is the boat with the blue sail cover in the center: This is a quiet town with water all around. Just across from end of the marina is the town beach and the landing for the tiny (4-car?) ferry: I washed up at the marina, dumped my trash, and I had a soft-shell crab dinner at Schooners at one of their outdoor dockside tables. The restaurant was really quiet and dark inside, but the crowd at the outside bar and at the tables under the red umbrellas was having a pretty wild time.
Right next door was the Scottish Highland Creamery. They were serving 8 flavors that Saturday, and I had a wonderful mango cone! Mmmmmmm!!!
I went to bed early and didn't even go any further down the street to look around town before I would leave to go home at sun-up on Sunday.
In the morning the wind was blowing from the west at 5 kt. I motored westward out past Tilghman Island. I set sail at what is called Sharps Island. What has not washed away over the last 200 years is only a few hundred yards of salt marsh and this lighthouse:
It got hotter and hotter and I was glad to have my bamboo bimini and my pop-top for shade and ventilation in the cockpit and cabin.
NOAA had announced a small craft advisory for the afternoon with high winds and thunderstorms. Then the wind died as I got near the southern tip of Kent Island, so I motor-sailed north. This is a sailboat passing another un-manned, tilted lighthouse, this one at Bloody Point Bar off Kent Island.
With the tiller tied down, I cooked a turkey burger for lunch along with some chips and then a peach for dessert. I think that Coleman stove you see on the lowered table in the cabin has worked perfectly for over 35 years! One benefit of having no wind is you can make lunch with none of the usual drama when sailing single-handed and trying to eat. But where were the damaging winds and dangerous conditions they predicted?
A tug was pushing a barge with piles of yellow stuff as it passed a freighter at anchor off Annapolis.
Then the wind picked up again to 10 kt as I passed north of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. You guessed it - from the northwest as I turned to the northwest back to the Magothy River entrance.
I could have motored through traffic into the river entrance, but I thought I would sail in past the 2, the 3, the 4 and the 5 markers.
So the sail down the Bay was mostly a beat into the wind, and the sail back home up the Bay was mostly a beat into the wind. The forecasts were a bit off target all 3 days.
I tacked all the way into the entrance of Mill Creek off the Magothy River, dropped the sails, and motored into the marina.
I liked this trip. Sunny weather, peaceful places, and great ice cream!
JohnP 1978 C25 SR/FK "Gypsy" Mill Creek off the Magothy River, Chesapeake Bay Port Captain, northern Chesapeake Bay
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