(or how to move onto a sailboat)
With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists.
For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
motored up to Chestertown for a visit. Really motored, as
in Chevy truck. Stephen lent us his wheels, wheels unaffected by
potential incoming weather, low tides, and foul currents. Looking at
the anchorage as we crossed the bridge into town we both had the same
should have sailed up here in Kintala.”
we should have. It is a pretty and secure anchorage, an interesting town, and
we would have had more time to spend with new friends Steve and Jan.
Steve showed us around town then took us over to Lankford Bay to see
his boat. Later we met Jan for dinner at J.R.'s, which lived up to
its reputation for good food and good times. We regret missing the
chance of spending more time anchored out and enjoying the place.
Stephen anchoring things down on Zephyr for the blow.
The storm that made us change our mind
was a debate that had been going on for several days. One morning we
had gotten so far as to be waiting on the tide. All the checks were
done, all the lines run, and the engine was ready to start. But a
last minute look at the radar and it seemed like staying in the slip
to ride out the incoming cold front was the right thing to do. And
it was, sort of – well – maybe. Right thing, but maybe not a
necessary thing. The fact is there hasn't been any weather that
would have been threatening for the last week or more. We are out of
the hurricane zone, weather is weather, and people who live on
sailboats get what we get. But we have been immobile for months, this
was our first stop since leaving Rock Creek, and we may be being a
bit too cautious. Of course I will change my tune if we err the other
way, with a future blog post being about getting thrashed crossing the mouth of the Potomac, (or something similar).
keep touch with a small group of other cruisers. All are coming off a
summer of relentless work with several still looking for the light at
the end of the projects tunnel. It is a pattern we didn't expect
when we set out cruising two years ago. One which is, perhaps, part
of the reason for our slow start. After last summer's work we left
Cooley's Landing and got as far as Middle River; 4.9 NM.
didn't move again until 15 days later.
The sailing vessel Sultana at Chestertown
past summer wasn't near the grind of the one before, but neither was
it a vacation. Here, tied secure next to Stephen who is in his home
slip, we have bikes to ride and a truck if we need one. It would be a
long walk to the store, but one we don't have to take. We have been
out to eat twice, which is something we rarely do when seriously
underway. We have talked ourselves into leaving several times, then talked ourselves
out of it. We were being conservative, maybe a bit
more than the conditions warranted. We were also enjoying not really
doing anything except eating enough, sleeping enough, and spending
time with old and new friends. We are on our way but not working
very hard at getting very far.
summer's of work. Two slow starts after the summer was done. There may be more going on here than just being out of practice and
trying to be careful.
the weather is supposed to be okay. There are friends in Annapolis to see, yet it would be good to be gone again long before the
boat shows get seriously cranking.