July 8th- Annapolis to Worton Creek, MD

We made our way further north on the Chesapeake Bay. The heat is oppressive. Our little fans and cockpit awning make life bearable. I can’t use the mains’l with the awning up but, then again, there isn’t much wind to fill the heavy sail.

Around 1:00 the tide began to ebb and the current started to turn against us. I didn’t want to battle my way up the C & D canal again. Off the starboard bow was Worton Creek and that’s where we ended our day.

It’s a nice hurricane hole. Maybe a bit too protected for these hot days. There are two marinas on the Creek which have many sailboats moored and at docks. We anchored in front of the Worton Creek marina for the night. It was a quiet evening. Mostly just jumping fish and Ospreys for company.

Worton Creek Marina.

Fish trap?

I believe this is a Bristol 35.5. We may be looking at a few of these up north.

July 9th and 10th- Worton Creek to Chesapeake City, MD

We woke to fog for the first time in a long time. I almost forgot about that particular weather state (very common to New England). We docked at the marina for diesel and were on our way up the bay to the C & D canal.

We had the current with us. This is the theme for the next few days. The C & D and Delaware both have strong currents. We’ll try to use the tide to move us along and stop for the night when it runs against us.

Tonight’s anchorage is Chesapeake City on the canal. Engineers Cove is a great anchorage for getting Ollie to shore. We stopped at the Tiki Bar on our southerly migration. The pizza is good. It was absolutely packed with people this time. Wait staff were clad in masks and gloves. Patrons were not. Did I say it was jam packed? We got pizza to go. The takeout window was isolated from the rest of the place. We had our first Chesapeake crab pizza.

C & D Canal.

Chesapeake City.

Today (Friday July 10th), we are spending an extra day in Chesapeake City. Tropical Storm Fay is skipping up the coast and dumping a bunch of rain on us. Catalpa is getting a good wash down. We are even washing our sailors’ slops (clothes) in a bucket.