And We're Off (again)

With repairs (and rain) complete and a favorable forecast for the next few days, we departed the Chesapeake repair yard and headed for the Chesapeake Bay.  The trip through Norfolk was somewhat nostalgic as I had worked at many of the shipyards and cargo ports years ago.  I had also been a part of the resurgence of the Norfolk waterfront back in the mid-80’s, and it was fun to see how it has evolved.  They even got a giant Ferris wheel just this week!

 

As we exited Norfolk and entered the Chesapeake Bay, we had the wind and tide at our back and made excellent time to Mobjack Bay.  We decided to go about 3 miles up the East River and anchor for the night.  This would become our first encounter with the effects of Alberto.  Soon after anchoring the sky darkened and we had hours of violent thunderstorms.  The anchor held tight and all was well.  However, the forecast did a 180.  The southwest breeze, sunshine and warm days gave way to ugly northeast wind, rain and cool temperatures.

 

Not to be discouraged, the following morning, we weighed anchor and headed back out to the Bay and turned north.  Rounding New Point Comfort lighthouse, we had the wind on our nose all the way to Deltaville.  Upon arrival, we found the Deltaville Marina and Boatyard were undergoing renovations and had no fuel or pump out available.  We tied up and used their complimentary car to go find dinner.  The following morning, we found water in the bilge again!  The O-rings on the heat exchanger had failed.  Fortunately, parts were available in Deltaville, so repairs were quick and easy.  (Did I mention that I keep breaking stuff?)  The folks at Deltaville were very helpful so we decided to stay another night and relax.

 

Read any cruising guide about the Chesapeake Bay and you will find chapters about the horrors of the mouth of the Potomac River.  It has been described as rough, churning, confused and likened to a washing machine.  It did not disappoint!  We washed the mud from the anchor and chain, and the waves were determined to rip the dinghy from the stern davits.  (Did I mention we’re having fun?)

 

We ducked in to the Great Wicomico River for the night and anchored at Sandy Point.  My respite was to be cut short as Bev came topside and stated she had found a better anchorage in Mill Creek.  “It has better protection from the impending weather, and there’s a winery we can dinghy to.”  I’ll let you read her version of that one.  Let’s just say I needed all nine of those tastings!

 

The next morning, we made a short but rough trip around Windmill Point into the Potomac River.  Anchored in Palmer Cove on the Yeocomico River to wait out the obligatory afternoon storms and spend the night.  Early the next morning, we spent almost two hours beating into the wind and waves just to get out of the Yeocomico River!  Once back out in the Potomac, a turn to the west brought the wind to our back and we used the staysail to increase our speed and help stabilize the boat.  Our destination for today will be Colonial Beach, VA.

Storm weighs his options

Well crud!

 

After 17 blissful days in an apartment with windows and a floor that did NOT move under my paws AND a doting new friend (re: staff), the old staff kidnapped me and took me back to the floating dungeon!

And the old staff seem really excited….I’m beginning to think they are enjoying this!  I don’t know whose idea this was, but no one consulted me!  So here we are again, day after day with nothing but water and no escape.  We had a pretty good run those first 13 years, but I may want a divorce, at least a separation…these people have lost it!  Would someone adopt me?  I would settle for summer camp.  Dale…Claire…Rudy…Judith…anyone with a little more sense (and preferably big windows and a screen porch)?

Storm aboard s/v Stealaway (the floating dungeon)

Dingy to the Winery!

Beautiful sunny day!  After checking the guide books, we choose to drop the hook at Sandy Spit on the Wicomico River.  Jim goes below after getting the anchor set and I continue to research the area attractions.  What!  How did I miss this?  A winery we can dinghy to?  WOW!  I call them to verify their hours and I’m ready to plead my case😊

When Jim resurfaces I convince him we need to move the boat to Mill Creek.  According to Skipper Bob the holding is better and, well, they are predicting storms tonight!  Oh, did I mention there’s a vineyard in Mill Creek we can access by dinghy?  They’re serving tapas and pizza until 4:00…what an awesome place for a late lunch!

Without too much effort, Jim agreed to pull up anchor and move to Mill Creek.  We found a beautiful little secluded cove, dropped anchor and cleaned up a bit for our outing.  Jim lowered the dinghy for our first dinghy excursion; how exciting!

Jim inquires about the location of the vineyard and I let him know it’s near the end of the creek (per the guidebook).  We dinghy all the way to the end…and don’t find the vineyard.  As we’re turning around (in the marsh), the dinghy motor dies.  Jim tries to restart it, nothing.  He replaces the propane canister, no luck.  Okay, now we’re a mile from the boat in a dinghy with no motor. 

I call the vineyard for directions and don’t get much help.  “We’re near the end of the creek with houses above us, signs on the pier”.  Okay, that sounds like every cove on the creek. 

Jim begins to oar us the mile back out the creek.  It is hot and very humid and we’re hungry.  I didn’t plan well; we have no water or food with us.  It was just supposed to be a short dinghy ride!  After an hour of oaring in the sweltering heat, Stealaway comes into view!  YEAH!!  As we approach, I see a cove across the creek and suggest this might be the vineyard.  Jim dutifully (but not very enthusiastically) oars us up the cove.  Sure enough, right across the creek from our boat is Jayce Vineyard!  Jim has been silent to this point (I think he was too winded to speak).  But now he pipes up to let me know this is all my fault.  If we had only come straight across the creek the dinghy motor wouldn’t have died, after all!  Now I NEED a glass of wine.

We tie up to the dock, hike to the vineyard and collapse into the air-conditioned winery.  We order a pepperoni pizza and 2 tastings (9 wines😊).  We leave fat and happy (and with a good story to tell!)