With a nice 10 knot breeze blowing
gently across the deck, Kelly IV's motor rumbled quietly as I
manually retrieved the last anchor. The breeze was enough to make me
work, but not so pushy as to require the engine to forge forward for
hauling the anchor.
But Murphy's Law being what it is, the
breeze died once Kelly IV and I were in the South River and hoisting
the dacron to enjoy a gentle sail across the Chesapeake Bay. We made
the effort, gybing back and forth across the South River, but finally
furled the jib and motorsailed across to Bloody Point, up the Eastern
Bay, then through the dog leg entrance into the Wye River.
We passed several older sailboats who
seemed to be in a race, as they were not motoring and merely seemed
to be waiting for a breath of air to propel their yachts towards St.
Michaels. One of the all-wood vessels was the Bull, one of a
matching pair of boats, the other being the Bear, both berthed at the
National Sailing Hall of Fame, City Dock, Annapolis.
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| The "Bull" |
It was a pleasant day motoring into the
Wye River, passing by the famous Shaw Bay, where the Eastport Oyster
Boys play an annual floating concert for anyone willing to anchor in
the bay on that special weekend in September. It was exciting for me
as this was the first time this season that I took Kelly IV into a
new-to-me anchorage. Although Duvall Creek was a first for Kelly IV,
I had anchored there as a member of Captain Troy Cain's Persistent
crew many years earlier.
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| Wye River anchorage |
The anchorage was a very small creek or
cove that might have held one or two other boats. As it was, I had
the rural sunset to myself, sharing it only with birds and Kelly IV.
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| Wye River sunset |
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