Sunday, May 18, 2014

Close-Hauled Thrill Day, May 18, 2014

Woke up to a golden, gorgeous day with a 15 knot breeze out of the north. I attempted to sail off the anchor, but the cove was so tiny, there just wasn't room to turn downwind without going aground, so Kelly IV's Yanmar backed her up enough to make room. Sailing out of the Wye River included a fun dogleg, and was a quiet, dreamy run, reach, run and reach into the Miles River. As we were sailing with the wind, there was no sound save the soft gurgle of water flowing past Kelly IV's hull. This was pristine sailing at its best, just beautiful!
As Kelly IV faced north into the breeze, she heeled sharply, then quickly found her feet and cut through the waves, flying along, throwing spray into the sparkling sunlight. Our destination was Marshy Creek just east of Kent Narrows, so the balance of the trip was a close-hauled sail, pinching into the perfect breeze. Kelly IV bounded along, crashing from one wave to the next, a rush of thrills with the wind singing in the rig and the surf slapping down the hull.

There was plenty of breeze and all day to sail so tacking out of the Miles River, across Eastern Bay and into Prospect Bay was not only no bother, it was a tremendous day of wonderful sailing.

Marshy Creek proved to be even more shallow than indicated on the charts. This meant Kelly IV and I just crept gingerly into the anchorage. The next morning we followed our track back out, fearful of drifting even a few feet off our track coming in. We never did touch the bottom, or the mud was so soft we didn't notice it. Regardless, at low tide the depth sounder kept blinking between 5 and 6 feet, so drawing 5 feet, we were only inches off the bottom.
Marshy Creek Anchorage, looking south
It proved to be an interesting anchorage with Route 50's buzzing traffic, larger boats traversing the Kent Narrows and nearby marinas to the north, while numerous small boats and kayakers explored the marshes to the south. Although I didn't venture ashore, it would have been a short dinghy ride into one of the marinas where a guidebook showed a launch ramp. Even so, given the shallow depths, I won't be bringing Kelly IV back here.
Marshy Creek Anchorage, looking north

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