Imagine sailing from England and Arriving at St. Mary’s City 1634 on this Vessel!
It was a foggy, humid morning, but conditions on the Potomac were predicted as near perfect – waves less than a foot and winds at 5 to 10 knots. The sun was predicted to break through by noon, and it actually came out earlier – as we launched. Wonderful!
It was way too late to fish for Stripper, so I opted to cruise to Point Lookout and touch the waters of the Chesapeake for the first time ever. We rounded the dangerous sandbar at the point, and viewed massive ocean-going vessels bound for Baltimore, or headed back to China.
I love to sail, but nothing beats the roar of a good old outboard!
Leisurely sports fishing boats were anchored (or drifting) in the bay – catching little at this hour, but enjoying the sun and bay breeze with some cold beer. Beer is a necessary provision here.
Once you are on the Chesapeake, there is little real shelter unless one ventures to the Patuxent, past NAVAIR. But we hardly had enough gas for that so we headed in to Taylor Cove to rid ourselves of the afternoon chop and have a ham and cheese sandwich with a cold Corona.
No fish were biting, so after a pee, I took the wheel and once in open water, I cleaned the old carbon in the spark plugs all the way back to St. Mary’s River.
We coasted in, took a few shots of the Dove (in the wrong angle of the sun) and antagonized a few St. Mary College students windsurfing and day sailing (not much else to do there).
Don’t be fooled – in spite of the fucking Koch Brothers and the west coast baby billionaires, real power lies on the Eastern Seaboard between DC and Boston – so they seem to think!
By 4:00 p.m. the winds kicked up and it was time to head home. My back hurt terribly after the day’s events, but I manage to grill some chicken breasts and asparagus in a spicy mango marinate with a side of Jasmine rice. After a hot soak in my Jacuzzi tub, a good night’s sleep will end a perfect day!
Heavy chop tomorrow, but as it is a Sunday, I am thinking kayak fishing!
