Sunday, June 28, 2009

Navigation: Where Am I?

The Chesapeake Bay has to be one of the most beautiful bodies of water in the world. The funny thing is, I never know where I am on it.

I have little problem finding my way on land. I seem to have an internal compass that heads me in the right direction, even if I'm in unfamiliar territory. So, armed with a major in geography (granted, it's 30 years old) and a love of maps, you'd think I'd be able to transfer these skills to the water. Not so.

The fact is that there are few landmarks to help me orient myself. I can't tell where a cove ends and a point begins. The trees look the same from a distance. And luckily, the water's not littered with street signs and traffic lights, although I sometimes secretly wish there were something out there to give me a hint!

Okay, so there is a system of marks and buoys and bells and lights but they're few and far between. Even when I see on the chart or the GPS that there is a mark ahead, I can't find it. It's a real trick to look through the binoculars, keep the boat on course, avoid the crab pots, figure out who has right-of-way, try not to get run over by a tanker, and find that little black dot on the horizon. As I get frustrated, Harry will inevitably say, "I see it." Sigh.

He's been sailing his whole life so I choose to believe that this is a learned skill and that I will get better at it. The sun helps with the whole north/south thing, but on a sailboat, you can never "get there from here." I know that if I want to go from Oxford to St. Michaels, this is generally northwest but to go that direction would take me across a rather wide peninsula of land. But how many points do you have to go around and how many coves do you pass and how do you find that eensy-weensy opening for Knapps Narrows? Not by eye, that's for sure.

Edge Creek


Cole, Harry and I spent last week on the Chesapeake sailing with the annual Power Squadron cruise. This is a blind on Edge Creek, south of St. Michaels. Edge Creek is a pretty spot but it seems to be a favorite crabbing locale - starting at 4am. That's a little early for our taste.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Rosanna dana banana

This is our dinghy. We used to have a more conventional dinghy - an inflatable with a motor - but we found ourselves sitting in several inches of water one too many times. RDB is a lot of fun and she doesn't leak. Of course, she requires manpower, but the exercise is good for both of us, especially me. Cole sits in the center and seems to enjoy the ride as much as we do.

Peach Blossom Creek


This adorable boathouse on the Tred Avon caught my eye as we motored (no wind for the trip upstream) to Peach Blossom Creek for the night. We threw anchor at the mouth of Le Gates Creek and the spot couldn't have been more perfect. There was plenty of afternoon left to swim, read, relax and enjoy the beautiful surroundings.

About midnight, we were awakened by a monstrous thunderstorm. Har and I watched the few lights on the shoreline to see that we weren't dragging anchor. Cole slept. The wind finally subsided but the torrents of rain continued.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Content Cole

Cole is happiest when he is surveying the scene from atop the anchor locker. It's cooler and there's always a great view. Who can argue with that? We can't. We often join him there.

A New Knot

Har figured out how to tie the jib sheets to the sail's clew so that it doesn't get caught on the shrouds every time we tack. This beautiful knot swivels around the grommet so it is always on the inside of the sail. It may seem trivial but it saves a trip to the bow every time we come about and that's awful nice. Ingenious.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

La Trappe Creek

Har, Cole and I sailed from Oxford to La Trappe Creek under cloudy skies that we weren't expecting. But, the wind was steady and by evening the full moon lit the peaceful cove where we had chosen to anchor for the night. The sleeping temperature was perfect so I did lots of it, taking advantage of my first weekend on Freedom this year to recharge my batteries.