Deal Island Trip
Big Trip, this year. Several firsts. First Trip for 10 yr old Aaron. First Dinghy Solo for Aaron. Those two are huge and I don't know who was more excited, him or his proud papa. Way to go son. Next we need you get you to solo sail the dinghy. (Wasn't an option this year as the rudder pintle was messed up.)
First time we took six days. Keith Henry, who has joined me on this trip for five or six years now, agrees, it is a must do. Our first night, we sailed to Leadenham creek. Departing in the evening for a sunset sail to Leadenham creek. Perfect way to start off a wonderful trip, it also makes the second day, a normally long haul to Solomons a much more relaxed day.
First time in several years Bryan Twigg was able to join us. Welcome back, Bryan. It's good to be sailing with you, again. As always, it was a joy to sail with both you and Keith and the three of us make a fine team.
First time we "had" to sail all the way home. Starter failure, trying to start the engine to depart the difficult to negotiate Chance Harbor Entrance forced a long sail home in flukey winds. The good news is, it was topped off by a magnificent sail close hauled up the Choptank on a moonlit night. As I kept repeating while we did that portion of the sail, "This is why we come."
First time I used electricity with abandon, using the Genset to recharge as necessary. (We've had the Genset for years, but I have been reluctant to use it.) With the noise and vibration issues of the genset resolved, I ran the computer as much as I wanted, ran the fans at night and never worried about running out of juice. It was marvelously decadent.
The only thing missing was AC. I left that home, because the forecast was for cooler weather... big mistake. I still have a nasty mind's image of my pillow soaking sweat into my face from the previous night's sleep. Exchanging bodily fluids with your pillow, not cool...
First time we got to do the trip on the weekend of a Blue Moon. The first image in this series was a 2 second exposure taken at midnight, Thursday. Later that night, I got up at 0300 to check the anchor and it was so bright, I could plainly see two boats in the water about 1/4 mile away, where earlier when this shot was taken, I could only see one anchor light and occasionally its hull, when they swung a certain way.
Later on Monday night, sailing on a full moon with an overcast was an amazing experience. Sailing on a bright full moon night with no overcast can be difficult because of shadows and reflections. On a full moon night with a light overcast, it was friggin' amazing.
First time the wind clocked through a full 360 degrees in the course of our one day sail home. We started out with E winds in the morning and missing several storms later and finishing with a SE Wind, the wind clocked clockwise around, often just when we needed it most to shift. That alone was an amazing event.
First time for a new condiment. Monday evening's dinner underway was a massive Salmon Filet. I had forgotten to bring either lemon or Tartar Sauce for the Salmon. So, I made some out of stuff I had on hand. Mayonaise, French's Horseradish Mustard, Blue Cheese Yogurt Dressing and Diced Onion. It was simply magnificent! Try it! Not only did I like it, but both Bryan and Keith asked for seconds on the Tartar Sauce. It's unanimous!
For those of you who don't know, I have now invented several dishes and condiments while sailing. If I don't have what I need, I make it out of what is at hand. The most notable of which was previously " Boat Noodles." I think the new Tartar sauce tops even Boat Noodles!
First Smoked Duck. I've been a Nueske's bacon fan since visiting there as a kid from my grandfather's farm a mile or two down the road. I also love Roast Duck and smoked meats in General. (Hey, I'm German, what do you expect?) When I ordered the bacon (Nueske's or nothing) for this trip, I added a smoked Duck to the order. OMG, it is killer!
First Tow. First time in sixteen years, we needed a tow. We spent Monday night anchored in Cambridge Creek anchorage. Tuesday morning, a call to David Wheatley at Generation III got us towed back to the marina through the bridge. (Which we couldn't do Monday night, because the wind died as we got to the anchorage at 0200.)
First time, I felt like just keeping on sailing, instead of heading back to work the next day. No, that's a lie, that happens every time I sail... sigh.
I love my boat. I love sailing my boat. I love cruising with friends and family. This is why we come. Ain't Life Grand?