Back Down the Potomac

After leaving Alexandria and making a day stop at Mt. Vernon, we dropped the anchor for the night in Mattawoman Creek.  About 15 minutes later, we noticed an osprey sitting in a tree about 50 yards away.  He flew away minutes later as two eagles took up their perch in the same tree.  They stayed for more than an hour.  We watched as they fished and flew recon missions around the creek.  As night fell, a deer came down to the water’s edge to feed on leaves and drink from the creek.  We felt that we had our own private viewing of wildlife in their natural habitat!

 

The following morning, we proceeded down the Potomac River and once again encountered the debris fields flowing downstream caused by the flooding in DC.  We plowed through piles of tree limbs, tree trunks, tires (some still on rims!), propane tanks and 55-gallon barrels.  It was like navigating in a junk yard!

 

We made our way back to Colonial Beach before the weather turned and rain caught up with us once again.  We ended up staying a second night hoping for better weather.  The next morning brought more rain and small craft advisories, so we stayed in Colonial Beach until about 3:00 p.m.  The weather cleared, and we set out motor sailing to Breton Bay.  It was getting dark as we dropped anchor for the night.  While the skies had cleared, the river was still very choppy so we all were worn out and ready for rest.

 

The following day we headed back out into the Potomac and set a course for the St. Mary River.  We traveled about 8 miles up the river to St. Mary’s City.  This was the site of the first capital of Maryland and is a favorite anchorage for boaters around the region.  There were about 20 to 25 boats in the pretty Horseshoe Bend anchorage for the night.

 

The next morning at first light we hoisted anchor, traveled down the St. Mary River to the Potomac and turned east toward the Chesapeake Bay.  Our 17-day side trip up the Potomac was over.  We had experienced several centuries of struggles by our ancestors to make our lifestyle possible and witnessed nature on its terms, a truly unforgettable journey.

Guest crew comments

Paybacks ARE hell.  Bev and Jim lived in my second story while Jim refurbished the houseboat, so I took over the bunk (and blocked storage) on Stealaway for passage from DC to Baltimore.  While I never provided board (I don’t cook), the Hollands did, and Bev is an excellent cook.  Jim is no slouch on the grill either.

 

There were some issues with weather, namely small craft advisories and windless days with South Carolina type heat.  Humidity has not reached the unbearable 95 – 98% that I’m trained to endure in my hometown.

 

Stormy remembered me.  We had some nice naps.  Perhaps he was buttering me up to sneak him back in my duffel bag!  It won’t work.  His humans would miss him terribly if he was kidnapped.

 

I only brought medication for three weeks, so I’ll have to uber to an airport when I get to the end of my meds.  Old people travel with meds, you know.

 

I’ll forever be grateful to this fine couple for giving me an adventure of a lifetime.  When I was young I spent some time on the Chesapeake Bay.  It is an enchanting place.  Until now I never was able to visit the eastern shore.  I’m glad to have seen it now.

 

My wish for you all is that adventures like this come your way often.

 

Dale Baer

Rescue!!!

OMG!  Dale’s here!!  The lady with the cool screen porch where I thought I might spend my retirement years.  Hope springs eternal!  She must have read my blog post…she’s come to rescue me!  YEAH!  I don’t know when she’s leaving, but as soon as I see her packing that duffel bag, I’m going to stow away.  Back to dry land, floors that don’t move and windows! 😊

MEOW!