In keeping with the theme of sailing on other people’s functioning boats, I had the fortune to spend last weekend on “Resolute”.
She’s a 35′ Ericson sailboat. At 7′ longer than my Catalina 22, she is very roomy indeed. Capn “B” invited me to come sailing, so I did!
I can barely stand to be on a boat with a camera in my hand and not take a selfie, so here it is.
As you can tell, not much wind when we started out. We sailed out from Galesville and up around Thomas Point lighthouse. Since it was a Saturday near Annapolis, there were races waiting to start all over the place, and it was quite busy. Eventually the wind died completely, and despite my protests, Capn “B” started the engine and we motored in to a mooring in Annapolis harbor. It was just as well, a lot of the races were cancelled too.
This was a first for me. First time to be on a boat on a mooring, and first time to sleep on a sailboat. (Cruise ships don’t count in this “first” category). We rowed the dingy into the “dingy dock” and walked around town a bit. Got some cigars and ice cream and then headed back.
What a surprise to hear someone call me while I was rowing back! Not something you expect in a busy town like Annapolis. “J” from the “Old Shoes” crew was visiting with friends and a family and saw me from the wharf and hailed. I rowed over and we said hello. It was great to see him again. That of course triggered the story of the time he lasso’d the piling on “Old Shoes”. But that’s another story.
Here is the view of the city dock from our mooring. It’s a great area to visit and they’ve done a great job making it pedestrian friendly. There are tour boats going out every hour or so, and a rowdy pirate ship full of kids steams by pretty regularly. Yes, all the kids are practicing “args” at the top of their lungs. It’s much easier to tolerate with a beer in your hand. We took the water taxi to the other side of the harbor and I had steamed shrimp, crackers and two Fat Tire Beers. Yum!
We had another crew member on board who was assigned Chef’s duties for the morning. So instead of just a bagel and coffee, we started the day with this. Thanks “S”!
It’s not surprising I ended the weekend about 4 lbs heavier than when I started. “S” is an interesting character and it was fun getting to know him. I was sad to see him get picked up by his wife in Annapolis. (And not just because that meant I was now designated cook)
After a trip to the fuel dock to empty out the head and take on fuel, we were off to Whitehall Bay. The wind wasn’t much better Sunday but it held enough for us to sail up to the Chesapeake Bay bridge.
Then the wind died completely, leaving us bouncing around near the channel right in front of the main span. I had to let Capn “B” fire up the engine to get us out of there, but then once we got away from the bridge it picked up again and we went back to sailing. We headed towards Whitehall Bay, but then heard the Coast Guard cutter Eagle on the radio saying they were on their way to Annapolis. We turned back out into the bay to see if we could see them, but a later radio message from them gave their location as way down the bay so we turned back and went in. This entrance was VERY tricky, narrow and shallow. Capn “B”s pucker factor was pretty high going through the entrance.
We tried the left fork of the river first, where the engine gave a warning signal and Capn “B” shut it off just as I dropped the anchor. We waited there about an hour while the engine cooled and he trouble shot what was wrong. He was very concerned about the engine and was not interested in beer, so that hour out of respect and not wanting to interrupt him I didn’t have one either. Fortunately, that was soon resolved and we got to go around to the right fork and anchor and have a beer… or two.
Here is a picture of some crab boats based there. They probably go out for oysters too.
Here we are peacefully at anchor. Resolute is almost dead center in the picture.
Capn “B” rowed us over to Cantler’s restaurant. He had a soft shell crab sandwhich, and I had a grilled rockfish sandwich along with fries. And a beer. Yum! He made me row back on a full stomach. argh!
Back to the boat for a peaceful night sleep, where we woke up to this view. Very peaceful morning. It looks like scum on the water, but it’s actually pollen. Spring has definitely sprung here.
The next morning we picked up “M” (also an “Old Shoes” alumni) and head out into the bay for the sail back to Galesville. The wind was ripping pretty good at around 15 knots. We hit 7 knots boat speed a few times too. Very much fun.
Day three was a Monday, and boy what a difference a day makes. There were very few boats in our way. However, there was this big one. We headed straight for it, and since it had been over 48 hours since my last one, I took another selfie.
Yup, the Eagle had come up the bay in the night and anchored right out in the bay. We went right across the bow and around the other side. It was so great to see it.
Then I steered us home. Across the bay, back and forth a few times (once to avoid a barge) then right into the West River.
It took us about 4 or 5 hours, I’m not exactly sure. I need to start noticing things like this. It was a blast! Here is how I spent most of it.
Capn “B” took us in and skillfully docked us with a 17 knot wind blowing us across the boat slip. A smooth end to a great weekend! Thanks Capn “B”!