We dinghied to the county pier two blocks south of St. Michaels and tied up to the bulkhead, then walked into town..
St. Michaels is an old historic waterfront town that remade itself into a quaint shopping and cruiser’s destination. I love towns like this. So much to look at, so many little shops to visit. But I can take about 90 minutes of shop visiting before my interest wanes, and my feet give out. Fortunately, my wife has a similar tolerance, so we spent a little time looking in shops, then stopped for lunch in the local Irish pub.
After lunch we had a couple small items to collect from the grocery store, including a block of ice, so we went directly back to the boat.
Next morning (today, actually) we visited a coffee shop/independent roaster we found yesterday, and took our morning coffee with scones there. Excellent coffee, great atmosphere. If we lived in St Michaels we’d be regulars. Check out Blue Heron Coffee if you ever get to St Michaels.
Our ice box seems tolerably well insulated, surprisingly. 10 pounds of ice lasted us four days, and that was starting with a warm box. Most iceboxes as manufactured by the boat builder seem to be objects of scorn and redesign/rebuild projects. Perhaps if I were installing refrigeration, I would go to the trouble to build/rebuild the box to insulate really well, and save the refrigerator unit lots cycle time. As it is, though, we can stay away from a resupply facility (marina) about four days before we need to pump the holding tank, take on water, and get fuel if we’re motoring a lot, so buying 10 pounds of ice every four days fits the resupply cycle anyway.
In fact, that’s what we are doing at Knapps Narrows Marina tonight – time for a resupply/Pumpout. I checked our drinking water and holding tank levels after a calm afternoon of reading at anchor, and realized we couldn’t comfortably last another night. Knapp’s Narrows was the closest marina. Two hours later we were tying up in a transient berth.
Delving deeper into land-based culture, we decided to have dinner at a restaurant within walking distance, and now I’m doing laundry to get us through two more days. Tomorrow we’re off the pier again exploring Harris Creek farther north than our habitual stopping place at Dun Cove.