Soon it was raining and we determined that we’d have a three hour sail down the river to reach the Chesapeake Bay. Breakfast was served underway and we both ate standing up with Charles at the helm, munching on fried eggs and thick Applewood smoked bacon.
We’d been beating into the wind for days but once we entered the Chesapeake Bay we were able to cut the engine and sail for a bit. When the winds decreased we motor sailed and eventually abandoned the sails altogether.
The rain continued and the bay got rougher but soon the rain let up enough for shrimp and crab guacamole in the cockpit at lunch.
In the afternoon I was on crab pot watch and noticed that we passed a bright red crab pot bobber closely but I didn’t see it behind us. It wasn’t wrapped around the prop and it definitely wasn’t floating in our wake so we put the engine in neutral and discovered it was hooked around the rudder. Charles and the boat hook to the rescue! Prop damage averted, crab pot set loose and we were on the way again, heading toward a protected anchorage with one lonely sailboat already there, spied through the binoculars.
This is our second crab pot drama. Every sailing blogger has a similar story, “A volcano erupted 50 yards from the boat while we were underway but I didn’t get any footage of it. Here’s a picture of me making a tuna sandwich later.” That’s our story too.
With an eighteen inch catamaran draft we can anchor much closer to shore than most sailboats. We picked a safe 4 ft depth, set the anchor and watched the sun set over the sailboat and the barrier islands farther out into the bay.
“One takes what the river offers, both good and bad. The joy of living by running water far outweighs the sorrow.” – Goldman