Little Wicomico to Deltaville

Well, here we are.  We arrived about 1500 after 6 hours of headwinds, moderate to heavy chop on the nose, and increasingly strong winds.  We are glad to be off the water after a day like that.  Now we are preparing for the 12 hours of rain that begins sometime early tomorrow morning.  I’m here to tell you, there’s nothing as uncomfortable as that short, quick Chesapeake chop on a windy day.

Again, I don’t have any images – too rough for handling the camera or phone for photos.  We had all we could do to manage the boat.  Tried to motor-sail for a while, and it worked initially, but as the winds continued to move on our nose, I just furled the main before it flogged itself to death.

26 NM today in about 6.5 hours.  Yeah. . .  that’s an average speed of just about 4 knots.  We felt like we were creeping most of the time.  Makes for a long day.  We finally turned west to approach the harbor.  Now with strong winds on the beam, we made all plain sail and flew along (with assist from the rising tide) at 6+ knots, sometimes touching 7 knots.  Fun sailing, even if it lasted only 20 minutes. We turned south again into the channel and the wind and chop was strongest of the entire day.  We regularly took seas off the bow, showering us with seawater every couple of minutes.  Soaked, we pulled behind the breakwater with a sigh of relief.

But we can’t complain too loudly.  We only traveled 26 miles today.  Some folks came farther through worse conditions, and one crew arrived after dark.

I retrieved the anchors this morning with no worse drama than a muddy foredeck, and blobs of muck about the deck where I carried the spare anchor back to the stern locker.  We’re still seeing tiny shrimp as I pull in the anchor rode.  They scatter about on the foredeck, washed off with the muck when I sluice with buckets of seawater.

More tomorrow.

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2 comments
  1. ShimonZ said:

    Sounds like a good trip, even though it was enervating…

    • Enervating is a good word for that. We felt drained after arrival. Also, what does one do for that amount of time at the helm, all the while crashing through this short, steep chop? I wince when I see a big wave coming. I exclaim “wow” loudly (not very sailorly, I know – a foul expletive would be more in character for any self-respecting sailor). I pray – not because I’m worried or concerned – it’s just an opportune time to commune with God. Ruth often stays below in bad weather, so I’m alone out there. But not too much yesterday – staying below was a quick route to seasick.

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