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Chapter Three
October, 2003
October 1, and out of New York
Harbor, bound for Cape May. With no wind, we ended up
motoring all night through almost glassy seas. Most of
the nighttime navigation was done using the Atlantic
City casino lights. Boy! They really know how to light
up the night.
The wind kicked up a bit towards
morning, but by that time we were nearly in Cape May, so
we just continued to motor. We had the anchor down by
0830 on the 2nd, and just went to bed to get
back some of the sleep we’d missed overnight. We roused
ourselves around noon, and went into the harbor area to
look around and do some errands. We found a laundromat,
convenience store, and several chandleries. We also met
up with Chuck and Ann on Fair Winds from
Detroit. We’ll be seeing a lot more of them as time
goes on, fortunately.
The overnight forecast was for high
winds, so we decided to layover in Cape May for another
day, and are we glad we did. Even in the protected
canal, things were a bit rocky and rolly. But we were
safe and secure. Next day, October 5, we motored out of
the canal and into Delaware Bay. Good SW winds of 20-30
pushed us up the bay at 6-7 knots under the genoa
alone. It doesn’t get much better than this.
But it’s a long way from Cape May
to anywhere, and the Delaware Bay is no exception. As
we were motoring along the Chesapeake and Delaware
Canal, considering our options for the night, who comes
along but Fair Winds? We end up anchoring
alongside them in the small harbor midway through the
canal. There was a band playing oldies in the bar by
the side of the harbor, but it didn’t keep us up that
night!
Moving into Chesapeake Bay, things
looked different immediately. The Bay is much more
rural than the places in New England we had been
cruising. We spent overnights in the Sassafras and
Chester Rivers, in quiet anchorages. Often we were the
only boat in sight.
We went up the Chester River as far
as Chestertown one day. What a lovely town; tree-lined
streets with historic homes, brick walks, a small
college, and very nice people. We trudged about 2 ½
miles to find a grocery and laundromat (the laundromat
at the marina was a victim of Isabel), did the wash and
some pretty heavy provisioning, and found there is no
bus or taxi service in the town. We stood there with
four bags of laundry and $150 worth of groceries, and no
way to get it back to the boat. Now, we certainly can,
and do, walk this far. But we can’t carry this much
stuff forty feet, much less 2 ½ miles. When I inquired
in a shop next to the laundromat, a man brought his
truck around to the front of the shopping center and
gave us a ride right back to the dock. What nice
people!
From Chestertown, on to Annapolis.
(Oh, yeah. We did run her aground in the Chester River,
but a well-executed kedging drill had us off and going
in less than a half hour.) We found a great place to
anchor in Back Creek in 8 feet, and stayed a week. A
week! Who’d have thought?
Annapolis is fun, no matter what
time of year, but Boat Show Week things are really
popping. Saturday, the Seven Seas Cruising Association
had a gathering, and we really learned a lot. The three
hundred participants ran the gamut from armchair
cruisers to those with several ocean crossings to their
credit. The seminars (especially on Preparing for an
off-shore passage, and Cruising the Med) were great, but
most interesting was talking to people who are doing
just what we’re doing, but have been doing it longer.
We got lots of good pointers on how to get to the
Caribbean, where to go, etc. What’s quite interesting
is that no two pieces of advice were the same. Whatever
this person had done was the best way to go, in his
opinion, and so on. But we learned, nonetheless.
Anchored across Back Creek we found
Chuck and Ann on Fair Winds. It was good to see
them, again. We spent some time one day practicing our
marlinspike seamanship together, splicing new anchor
lines, snubbers, and docklines.
Sunday, we attended services in the
Presbyterian Church in town. We were treated to a visit
from the Men’s Chorus of Dumfries, Scotland who sang at
the service. They were great.
Going through the Boat Show on
Friday, we stopped in the booth of the folks who
installed our watermaker (Yes, we have our own little
desalination plant, right on Seraphim.) to pick
up some spare filters. They said our unit required
modification, and they would like to do it (at their
expense) immediately. So, we spent Monday and Tuesday
sitting with technicians first tearing apart and then
putting back together our watermaker. We took the
opportunity to catch up on e-mails, do the laundry, and
provision. This trip to the grocery was only about 1 ½
miles, and there was a West Marine across the street (we
needed an oil change). BUT this time we were prepared:
At the Boat Show, we came across this nifty little
wheeled cart that folds up into a “pancake”. So, back
we trudged with the groceries (it’s always $150!), two
gallons of motor oil, AND a refilled propane tank for
the stove. Very nicely, too, if you please.
Facing a forecast for wind gusts up
to 50 knots (actual never exceeded 46 knots), we decided
to delay leaving for another day, and we’re glad we
did. Then on to Oxford, MD on the Eastern Shore. What
a pretty little town! One can walk the entire town in
an afternoon. While we walked, we came across a crew
making a movie. A movie! It’s an “independent” film,
so I don’t know that any of us will ever see it. From
Oxford to Solomons Island on the Western Shore.
Entering Solomons, we saw another ketch in the distance,
flying a mizzen staysail. Now you don’t see many of
those! Upon investigation, we discovered Verve,
a Shannon 43 out of Portsmouth, New Hampshire with
Michael and Heidi aboard. Verve is only 5 feet
longer than Seraphim, but she seems twice the
size inside. We’re still devoted to Seraphim,
though.
We decided that Friday night in
Solomons was “date night” and went out to dinner.
Well! For those New Englanders reading this, Sharon
wants you to know that the best crab cakes do NOT come
from Maine, but from MARYLAND. Stoney’s Kingfisher has
world-class crab cakes, and that’s the truth! They’re
round rather than flat. Each crab cake is about the
size of a baseball, and they’re almost ALL crab; very
little stuffing. Yum!
After watering up (we don’t make
water from this stuff in the Chesapeake!), we departed
late, but made St. George’s Creek off the St. Mary’s
River by dusk. Ah, Saturday night for cruisers: a
macaroni casserole using up all the odds and ends at the
bottom of the fridge, listening to A Prairie Home
Companion, going to bed at 8:30. What could be
better?
From St. Mary’s River it was an
easy motorsail to Deltaville, and then on to Hampton,
Virginia the next day. Entering Hampton Roads is quite
interesting, but easy if you just follow the buoys. The
radio crackles with warnings to keep away from the
aircraft carriers and submarines, and Navy ships are
everywhere. We anchored up the Hampton River in front
of Hampton University, right in the middle of town.
Everything was close by, and we stayed a few days
enjoying the low-70’s temperatures in the middle of
October. And Sharon baked cookies!
Next we start the Intracoastal
Waterway.
A Bientot!
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