After seeing everyone off, we were the last Watkins boat to leave. We got underway about 1030 after refueling, pumping out, re-watering, and re-icing.
Because I sat on our GPS on the way south and broke the screen, we were piloting by chart and compass – which still works, by the way. Although we didn’t have up-to-date data every moment, I had no problem knowing where we were, and my estimate of speed has gotten pretty good through the years. I will try to get our GPS repaired – apparently having the screen replaced is well within the scope of a reasonable repair. I’ll report back on the cost and quality of repair.
We anchored in the Little Wicomico, just south of the Potomac. This is an attractive inlet/river, that would be a more attractive anchorage if it weren’t for the fact that every square inch of water surface that isn’t a channel has been carpet bombed with crab pots. It’s a challenge finding a place to anchor. We made our way up a creek on the north side of the river and pulled to one side of the channel. We were secure all night after setting two anchors. The tidal current in this place was going to swing us 180 degrees, so I set an anchor off the stern with my dinghy, then brought the rode to the bow.
I debated if we should leave the dink at home this year – didn’t use it once last year on this trip. But this experience made it worth while. It would have been touch-and-go setting a stern anchor without the dink. Two anchors pretty much kept us pivoting in one place, rather than wandering on the longer scope of one anchor. Pretty important to stay put and not foul the crab pots that were 25 yards away. The waterman pulled his pots between 0430 and 0500 the next morning.
This was a short day for us, and we spent a lot of relaxing time at anchor reading books and lounging around. The air was cool and pleasant, and we had a very nice evening.