It's been almost three weeks since my last post and quite a lot has happened. As I post this I'm anchored in Baltimore, MD and my winter voyage is now officially over. Just a Memorial Day raft-up with old friends from Kent Narrows and then I sail back to Pax River Naval Air Station where I'll prep Galena for this winter's trip south.
Now, where was I in this narration…
03 May 09
Lake Worth (North Palm Beach), FL
I forgot to include a couple of the pictures I took on the passage over the banks and to here.
As I crossed the Bahama Banks, I was impressed by a few passing squalls. This one passed ahead of me just before sunset.
Evening Squall on the Bahama Banks
After I called in to clear customs I had to actually present myself to the immigrations officials. I'm not sure what they do; I'm certain I don't know why they need to see me and actually touch my passport. But it's a requirement and what the hell. Not much else to do anyway. So I dinghied in and showed them my smiling face.
On the way back to Galena I stopped at the little Tiki bar at the marina where I had tied up my dinghy. I as sitting at the bar when a management type came by and, noticing I had kicked off my shoes, said "Put your shoes back on or leave." So I left. Rules everywhere I turn!
Walking down the dock toward my dink I spot a very nice Nor'Sea 27. While talking with the skipper I pointed out toward the anchorage and said something about Galena being at anchor out there. He pulls out his binoculars and takes a look in Galena's direction.
"Dark hull double-ender?"
"Yep, that's her," I say proudly.
"You've got problems, friend. I see she's really close to another boat; maybe touching. And there's a police boat along side with blue lights flashing," he said with honest concern.
I grab his binoculars out of his hands and quickly scan the anchorage. I don't see Galena! But I do see the police boats… two of them. And there's a dark-hulled boat just beyond the one they are along side. He's right. This doesn't look good.
"Shit!" I say as I run down toward my dinghy.
"Good luck," he calls out after me.
I'm talking to myself and I jump into my dinghy and start the engine: "I've been at anchor for almost 12 hrs. Through two tidal shifts. She couldn't have come adrift. Nothing was close enough to her to swing into. This can't be."
As I speed the mile or so to where I had left Galena the scene becomes more clear. Yes there's the two police boats. They are along side two anchored boats. But where is Galena?
Finally I get the right visual angle on that area of the anchorage and there she is! Exactly where I had left her. Galena is still a hundred yards from anyone. The police boats are at two of my neighbors' boats. Nothing at all is wrong. All the adrenaline was used up for nothing. The police boats look like they're doing the "welcome to Florida; you can't stay here" speech.
I climb aboard and check the anchor and rode. I'm done with this anchorage anyway and follow my plan to head about 4-miles north to the top end of Lake Worth. There's a nice quiet anchorage and it's just a block from a grocery store.
I motor up the ICW to the North Lake Worth anchorage. I immediately remember the two things I hate about motoring down the ICW: shallow water and powerboat wakes.
My route (red line) from the anchorage near the immigrations office just south of the inlet, to the anchorage at the north end of the lake
I get into the anchorage and find it just about deserted. But there is s/v Cassiopeia. Friends from the Bahamas, Isabel and Wayne. They stop by just after I get anchored and we plan on going out for drinks later that night.
While waiting for them at the bar I meet a very nice lady named Joy. Who I make plans with to see the next night at a party at one of the other bars near here. The next day was Cinco de Mayo. And that is reason enough for a party at a bar, right?
Well I have a nice time with Cassiopeia and the talk with Joy again. Finally making it back to Galena just after dark.
Then next day I do some grocery shopping and run a couple of other errands. Then I head out to the bar for the party. Joy and her friend are there and we have a nice evening. I bid them adieu and walk back to my dinghy. The nice evening then goes all to hell.
Well, now, everyone knows (including me) that this place where we tie up our dinghies is a 'High Crime Area.' There's even a sign there saying to lock up your dinks. I know this. However, all but two of my padlocks are rusted to the point of not working. I put one on Galena's main hatch when I left. The other I used to lock my dinghy to the grating at the dinghy landing.
I come back to my dink and there she is…. But without her outboard motor! It's gone! Son of a Bitch! Some jerk stole my outboard! All winter in the Bahamas and I never locked anything. Not my boat, not my dinghy, not my outboard…. Nothing! Two days in the States and I get ripped of!
Now, I didn't throw a tantrum. There was no one around to see it. And as I said, I knew this was a 'bad' place and I knew I should have locked everything. So while I don't think it was my fault that someone stole my motor, I was certainly negligent in my duty to safeguard my stuff. So I took stock of the situation and calmly paddled my negligent butt out to Galena. Fortunately the current and the wind were pushing me in the right direction.
The next morning (06 May 09) I consider my options: I can just say the hell with it and not use the dinghy for the rest of the trip. Not practical. I can row myself around. Not practical with the wind and current in some of the anchorages I plan on visiting. I can buy a new motor. Painful considering the cost. But the most logical.
So I call around and check the internet for prices. The only retailer with motors in stock is, you guessed it, West Marine. The highest priced marine store around. But they are close by. I walk down and drop $1,650 for a new outboard. That really hurt. The salesman listened to my tale of woe and commiserated. He asked, "Do you want to buy a new lock, too." I said that "...sounded a lot like locking the barn door after the horse has run away." He said, "Yes, but you just bought a new horse." So, yeah, I bought a lock, too.
So now I have a shiny new outboard. And I still feel like a fool for letting my other, perfectly good motor get stolen.
The saleslady at West Marine asked if I would like a ride back to my dinghy. I had included a small collapsible hand-truck with my purchase and had planned on just walking back with it (it's only about 60-pounds). But, "Sure," I say. And we load everything up into her car and drive back to my dinghy. I unpack the new motor and the saleslady agrees to take all the packing boxes and material back with her, saving me a trip to the dumpster at the Publix a couple of blocks away. Well, the engine starts right up and in no time at all I'm motoring back toward Galena poorer but (maybe) wiser.
06-09 May 09
I check the weather reports and everything looks good for the next several days. So that very afternoon at about 1230 I decide to head out for an overnight run to St Augustine.
As I'm leaving Lake Worth Inlet, I'm passed by an experimental Navy 'Semi-Submersible Vessel.' I'm not sure what it's for. Someone said it's a drug traffic surveillance tool. I don't know. But it's cool looking. A couple of years ago I was sailing by here when I was called on the radio and asked to alter course so as not to interfere with the tests they were conducting using this vessel.
Navy 'Semi-Submersible Vessel being towed into Lake Worth Inlet'
Once I get out of the Lake Worth inlet at about 1400hrs I again check the weather reports. Everything looks great for the next 5 days. There's a front coming through that might cause some problems up around Hatteras but not for 4 days or so.
So I turn Galena's bow 10 degrees to the east and head up the Gulf Stream toward Beaufort, 550 miles and 4 days away. A couple of days before this I had listened to Chris Parker give one of his paid subscribers the location of the west wall of the Gulf Stream. The west wall is were you want to be when heading north. There's about 2 to 3 knots of current there and if the wind goes northerly you can just move 20-miles west and be out of the rough water that the Stream becomes in a northern wind.
My 566-mile route north from Lake Worth, FL, to Beaufort, NC, following the Gulf Stream
I plot that route into my GPS and find I'm immediately going faster than Galena can go. Galena's hull speed is about 7-kts. That is as fast as she can go. Doesn't mater how much wind is blowing, doesn’t matter how big an engine you put in her. 7-kts is her top speed. It has to do with her inability to climb over her own bow wave (which is what a fast powerboat does when it 'gets up on plane.' Sailboats can't plane. The actual speed is a function of waterline length. The longer the boat, the faster it can go.
You can see this when you watch a boat go by. Look at this picture:
Example of what making "Hull Speed" looks like
See the bow wave at the bow (of course)? And see the trough in the center. And then the stern wave right at the back end of the boat? This boat is moving at hull-speed. It is not capable of going faster. To do so would require her to climb over that bow wave and she just can not. If the trough doesn't extend all the way to the stern, then she is not moving at hull-speed.
Anyway, Galena is comfortably moving north at over 9-kts over the ground (5.5-kts through the water)! Sometimes she even hits 10-kts SOG. I settle in for the long passage.
Looking at the map above, I know most of you say, "Hell. I can fly that far in just a couple hours." Or even, "I can drive that far in just over a day." But in a sailboat, especially a slow one like Galena, passages of this length are measured in days, or even weeks. Remember Galena usually only goes about 6 mph. That's just a slow run; or a fast walk.
Unfortunately there is very little to take pictures of when on a long passage. Passages are mostly boring hours of the same thing over and over again, sprinkled with moments of excitement.
I'll spare you the blow-by-blow account of this passage as it was recorded in my deck log. It's in that log that I record most sail changes, most tacks and jibes, most ship sightings, most everything that catches my eye or makes me look up from my book or awakens me with a start.
But there are a couple of notes that I will share.
First of all, I saw at one point a small sailboat, running downwind (and against the Stream). She was heading SW toward Cape Canaveral. She was motoring and towing a dinghy with the outboard motor down! Now that's just not done. I don't even like to do that when I'm just going a half mile across a harbor. This guy was way out on the ocean. Very strange. I almost called him to ask if he was OK. But he was making way and I figured he'd hit port in the next few hours so just ignore it.
By midnight on that first night out the wind came up and it was clear that I had too much sail up. I was still running the 130% Genny, the staysail and the full main. So I dropped the genny. Once I got the other sails properly trimmed we were clipping along nicely and Galena was much more happy with the setup.
I ran like that all through the first night. By the morning of the 7th of May the wind was diminishing but the seas were still big. Up to 6' and confused. So I was having a very lumpy ride. My speed was down to less than 5-kts and half of that was the Gulf Stream current pushing me north. So I fired up the engine. I had been following the weather reports and knew I was passing through a high pressure ridge. Once I got to the other side I would find good SE winds. So I motored through the ridge.
About two hours later (0830 hrs) I picked up the wind on the north side of the ridge. The wind clocked from SE through S and SW and all the way to WSW at 8-kts. The seas were up to 8' but Galena was galloping along again.
During the 8th of May I had several hours where there was just no wind and I ran the engine. But by the evening I had just about perfect sailing. It stayed about perfect until just after midnight when, again, the Genny was just too much sail. I had to get it down, but the seas were way up (well over 8') and I didn’t want to turn into the wind to get her down. So I raised the staysail thinking that sail would blanket the Genny. It did… sort of.
But when I dropped the Genny halyard she fell right into the sea. I had to pull it up on deck and get it tied down before it was torn by either the sea or the wind. Picture this: It's dark, but there's a full moon. Galena is making way very nicely through some big seas. I'm on the foredeck, sitting there naked except for my harness with which I'm tethered to the jacklines. I'm on my butt reaching over the lifelines at the bow pulling up hands full of sea-filled sail; hand over hand, with sail ties in my mouth so I can tie off the bundled sail as I go.
10-minutes of this and finally the Genny is on deck and secured.
At this point I'm making the turn to the north and picking up a rhomb line toward Beaufort, NC. Throughout the night the wind and seas continued to build. Finally I'm down to a double-reefed main and a staysail that I would have liked to taken down but I just didn’t want to get out there on the deck again.
There were some storms that seemed to just barely miss me. This one, with the wind and seas building, passed me close by on the starboard side just before dark.
Storm passing me close by just before dark
Even though I have an electronic chart plotter I still take the time to mark my position, heading, and speed just about every hour or so on a paper chart. This chart has been used for three of these passages. Since I need a new chart anyway, I decided to highlight the pencil scratches. The orange line is the current passage. The pink was from two years ago, and very faintly you might be able to see a yellow line that marks my maiden voyage in 2003 when I bought Galena in Ft Lauderdale and brought her home to Maryland.
Old chart with three tracks on it
By noon on the 9th the wind is up to 25-30 knots and the waves are 8-10 feet. Galena is not happy with her situation. But I'm just a mile or so from the inlet and I figured I would be in port soon. I forgot that the inlet channel into Beaufort is several miles long. It wasn't until 4PM that I got into calmer waters inside Beaufort harbor.
I was anchor down by 1700 and had Galena put to bed shortly after that. I was anchored in Town Creek just about where I had been anchored back in November when I was passing through here heading south.
I had just completed my longest ever singled-handed passage: 566-nm in 75-hours. That included two days where I covered over 185-nm each day and one day where I covered 163-nm. That's an average of over 7-kts for over about three days. Very impressive and all thanks to the Gulf Stream pushing me along. To put this in perspective, when I plan a passage I plan on about 120-nm per day. When I sailed from Beaufort, NC to the British Virgin Islands there were days when I make as little as 60-nm per day. So sailing in good weather up the Gulf Stream is quite and fast moving experience.
My buddy, Ron (s/v Lastdance), was still in Beaufort where he had spent the winter. But he was out of town until the next day. So I was on my own and decided to simply go to bed.
10 - 11 May 09
I'm greeted this morning by Gail and Bob (s/v Star), friends from Bahamas. They ask about where I've been and where I'm going and we do the 'whatever happened to so-and-so." They are anchored here waiting for an engine part. Once they're all made better they will also run up to Annapolis, MD.
We are joined by s/v Osprey, another Bahamas acquaintance. Osprey stays a night and then heads out.
I talk with Ron (s/v Lastdance) and mention that I thought I heard someone calling the sailboat East Snail. There's only one boat by that name and it's Ky in a Westsail 28. Ron calls around and can't get in touch with Ky so we don't know where he is of if he's running up the ICW right now.
Oh, on the way into Beafort yesterday I also heard Sue and Bill on s/v Nice and Easy, and Mike on s/v Pagan Chant. Both friends from George Town, Exuma. I talked with Sue but couldn't get hold of Mike.
I had the pleasure of meeting Ron's new girlfriend, Teresa. A beautiful and lovely lady. I don't know what she sees in Ron but they are happy so I'm happy for them both.
I did laundry with Ron (first time in months that I actually did laundry in a machine!). While waiting for the machines to do their things we had a couple of beers at Fins and my favorite, the Backsteet Pub.
The forecast 25-kt winds didn't show up until late on the 11th. But the rain arrived right on time.
While hunkered down I finally got around to changing the oil in Galena's engine. Just a little overdue. I also moved the rest of the fuel from the deck jugs to the internal tanks. I have enough fuel to motor all the way to Annapolis. Which I might have to do considering the wind direction that is forecast for the next week or so.
12 May 09
Trip: 61nm, Total: 3063nm, Engine: 2166hrs
Just a boring run down the ditch (ICW). Ron kept me company.
Capt Ron on s/v Lastdance on the ICW
My nice, but old, Nikon Binoculars broke (again). I don't know if I'll send them in to be fixed again or not. I like them, but they are heavy and big. But they provide great viewing during nighttime due to the good optics and large aperture.
Ron anchored a hundred yards off and we decided to just stay on board. The wind was up and the anchorage was very choppy. The wind was from the SSE instead of the projected east. So the wind blue right in off the river and into the anchorage. Not a good night as we bounced around till about midnight when things calmed down a bit.
I thought I was dragging just about nightfall. So I motored ahead and dropped the second anchor. Now, when I have two anchors out in the same direction I usually just pull one up first and then the other, but for some reason I had these tangled or something. Anyway, I had some problem with the rodes and decided to just pull all the chain up and just lay it on the deck thinking I'd clean it up later. Very dumb idea. I've never seen such a mess on Galena's foredeck.
I spent well over an hour cleaning up this mess and scrubbing the chain. I'll never just pile the chain on deck again. Yeah, I know the chain is getting rusty. But it still works just fine.
Galena's foredeck with mud from chain rode
13 May 09
Alligator River, NC (N 35° 50.5 W 075° 58.9)
Trip: 44nm, Total: 3106nm, Engine: 2175hrs
Ron and I anchored at about ICW milepost 89.5 on the east side of the Alligator river, within a quarter mile of the shoreline directly in front of Milltail Creek. The wind was to be east at 20 clocking to southeast at 20 - 25. Highly recommend you put a tripline on your anchor there. I did and so did Ron. But as I was letting out rode, Galena swung and the chain snagged a tree. I tried to pull up but was hooked pretty good. I motored Galena forward and to starboard and it finally broke free. So, short rodes and triplines.
So I dink over to Lastdance for dinner and drinks. We had a calm night and the projected winds didn't materialize until about 10 AM then next day
14 May 09
Coinjock, NC (ICW milepost 50)
Trip: 35nm, Total: 3141nm, Engine: 2181hrs
There was not wind all night. We departed early and still there was no wind. By the time we went through the Alligator River Swing Bridge the wind was just starting to make itself heard.
The wind really piped up just after Lastdance and Galena entered the Albemarle Sound. There the waves built to about 6-ft and the wind blew at 30-kts. Quite an uncomfortable ride, even with the wind nearly on the stern.
So it was a rough, wet ride almost all the way into Coinjock. But we were in Coinjock very early in the day. We were tied up at their bulkhead by 1230. But we would have been unable to make it to the next stop before dark so we stopped here.
Ron and I both had their famous prime rib dinner and it was quite good. Then over to their brand new bar to watch some of the locals do the Karaoke thing. Entertainment at its finest.
15 May 09
Great Bridge Free Dock, VA (ICW milepost 12)
Trip: 32nm, Total: 3173nm, Engine: 2188hrs
We had to stop here. Ron had finally heard from Ky. He's the guy on the Westsail 28 that I've been hearing about for the past six years. So we had to stop and meet. Gota say I love this guy. He was a pilot in the Vietnamese Air Force. He and his family came over with the other boat-people and ended up in Pennsylvania. He got a job as a janitor. Then worked his way up to being a pretty big muckety-muck in coporate America. As in a classic American Success Story, Ky's children are all doctors and lawyers and such. What a fascinating guy! I absolutely enjoyed talking with him. And he really knows how to sail that Westsail. It's a beautifully outfitted 28. In generally he agrees with me, "Boats are for sailing, not for maintaining."
We were sitting around the boats, which were tied up at the 'free dock' between the lock and the bridge. We had just met Dave and Jock (m/v New Freedom, also tied up here) and Tom and Pat (s/v Swan, also tied up here) and were having a sundowner at the picnic tales when Larry came over from the Marine League building and invited us in for a drink.
Dave and Jock with m/v New Freedom at the Free Dock at Great Bridge
We had a fine time there hanging out with all the old jar-heads, swapping tales and drinking inexpensive beers. They let us use their grill to cook and we made enough to invite them to dinner. Ron and I even decided to join as associate member.
Ron, Tom, Pat, Me, Ky, Dave, and Jock at the Marine League bar (or clubhouse, or whatever it's called)
16-18 May 09
Hampton City Marina, Hampton, VA
Trip: 24nm, Total: 3207nm, Engine: 2193hrs
Departed the free dock and locked down to the Elizabeth River. Lastdance, East Snail, and Galena were together on the starboard side of the lock.
Ky on East Snail and Lastdance (in the background) in the locks
Ky and I anchored out in front of the marina while Ron (aka: Marina-Boy) takes a slip. Well, that's not really fair to Ron. He has his girlfriend coming to visit and he wants everything to be just right for her. You know: Easy on-off; showers; restrooms; etc.
Anyway, Ron and Ky and I head downtown to check out the bars and have a bite.
We found the Marker 20 bar to be suitable as was the Tap House Bar.
Ky and Ron at the Tap House, Hampton, VA
A boat near Ky starts to drag down on him so he moves into the marina, too. I'm in a river that has a reversing tidal current. And the holding seems to be just so-so. So I put a second anchor out. Galena is now between two anchors: one up-stream and one down-stream. Of course, by the next morning her anchor rodes are twisted around one another. But she hold position well.
Greg dinghies over from a neighboring boat and we chat a moment. He says the local police boat comes by each day and, if you've swung into the channel tell you you have to move. But I'm just on the edge of the channel and, with two anchors out I shouldn't swing too much. Greg's boat is the only one close to me and he has two out, too.
Dinner and drinks with Ron and Ky, and with Ron's girlfriend, Teresa, and his friends Kevin and Kevin's wife Laura and their daughter, Kaitlin (whew!) at the Tap House here in Hampton. Nice time was had by all… well, at least by me.
Kevin, Laura, Kaitlin, Teresa, Ron, me (hiding), and Ky at the Tap House, Hampton, VA
Ron and I spend the next afternoon at the NASA Space Museum which is right down the street from the marina. Very nice little museum. And they have IMAX! We watched the new Star Trek movie. That movie rocks in iMax! 12,000 watts of sound! A screen than just about wraps around your head. Great afternoon!
Then we had dinner on East Snail with Ky. I really like his boat. Just a smaller version of Galena, but just right for a single-hander.
Dinner on East Snail with Ky
The weather reports called for massive winds from the north which didn't really materialize. At least not down here in the anchorage. We were waiting for the wind not to be out of the north. Tuesday looked like it might be a good day to continue moving north.
I was surprised by a visit from Mike on s/v Pagan Chant. He was my trivial pursuit partner in George Town, Exuma a few times. We even won the main tournament, due mostly to Mike's broad, general knowledge. Mike was heading up to Mobjack Bay for a haulout.
19 May 09
Belle Creek, VA
Trip: nm, Total: nm, Engine: hrs
OK. I'll start by saying that this day officially sucked!
We left Hampton early; about 0630hrs. Once we were out in the river things started getting rough. But the time we were turning east and going around Ft Monroe, things were stupid rough. I mean mostly just 3-ft waves right on the nose. But there were lots and lots of 6- and even a few 8-ft waves thrown in. Many times during that first 3-hours of the trip Galena came to an absolute stop! Zero knots! She would start to get up some speed, motoring at just over cruise RPM. And then she'd hit a set of those monster waves. Not really all that high. Just very very steep. Her bowsprit would launch skyward and a third of her hull would fly out of the water as she launched herself off a wave. Then the bow would plunge down into the trough. The bow would drop a full 15-ft before it stopped it's decent and bound up, scooping a ton of water with it. That water would then rush back along the side decks and into the cockpit. After the third of those, Galena was at a virtual standstill.
I kept asking myself, "What the hell am I doing out here?" The answer was tragic. We all know that the most dangerous thing on a boat is a 'Schedule.' That desire to be somewhere on some date regardless of the weather conditions. But I had no schedule. None at all. Why was I out here? Why didn't I just turn back as I saw a couple of other boats do? Because I wanted to hang with Ron and Ky and it just so happened that Ron had a schedule. Teresa was coming into Baltimore on Friday and so he had to be there. I let my desire to hang out with him, and therefore indirectly I let his schedule drive my departure. I was very angry with myself all morning.
Then about 1500 I noticed that the wind was dying down. I noticed that big waves were fewer in frequency. By that time Lastdance and East Snail were about an hour ahead of me. Galena just can not go to windward into heavy seas. Just will not happen.
Ron called on the VHF and said he was tired of all the pounding and was turning in to Fishing Bay with Ky. I said that since it was moderating I was going on the Belle Creek. Belle Creek, off Indian Creek, is my usual stopping place on my trips north and south on the Bay. It's a quiet little place halfway between Norfolk and Solomons.
Again, the anchorage was very quiet and I was the only boat there. I went to sleep fairly early and was prepared for a long day tomorrow.
20 May 09
Potuxant River Naval Air Station Marina
Trip: 48nm, Total: 3308nm, Engine: 2233hrs
This is going to be my new home for the summer. I've contracted for a slip here and so I was anxious to see what it looked like, having never before been here. Nice little marina. Nothing to do here. But it's secure (it's on Pax River Naval Air Station) and inexpensive. And it's just across the river from Solomons, MD. Lot's to do over there.
I also met Pete from s/v Libertate. It's a beautiful junk-rigged schooner. Very large and roomy with an open interior design that I just loved. And he had a bunch of those deck prisms to light the insides with. I might try to install a few of those in Galena myself.
21 May 09
Inner Harbor, Baltimore, MD
Trip: 67nm, Total: 3375nm, Engine: 2226hrs
We departed Pax River Marina early in the morning. Ron and I are heading to Baltimore while Ky is headed to Harrison Harbor. We may or may not see Ky again.
Ky on s/v East Snail departing Pax River Marina
This is the end of my voyage for the winter. Well, at least it's the furthest north I'm going. Since I'll be staying at PAX River Marina for the summer, maybe I should have called that as the end of the winter trip? This is just a Memorial Day Party Place.
Yeah, OK. Let's call yesterday the end of the voyage. This is just another little trip to visit some friends and party a bit.
We are not going to have as many boats as last year. I think we'll only have about 8 boats rafted up here this year.
The drive up the Bay was boring, boring, boring. Sails up and wind on the stern but very light. Shortly after departing Pax River we picked up a favorable tidal current in the bay. Then by about noon the wind picked up from the south. Soon the Genny was drawing nicely and Galena was moving north at over 6-kts.
Passing under the Chesapeake Bay Bridge at Annapolis really signals the end of the trip from me. Once I'm past this line, well, that's it. The voyage is over.
Passing under the Bay Bridge at Annapolis--- voyage is over
Ron and I were only planning on going as far as the Magothy River. But with the long day (we started at 0600) and the good speed, we saw that we could get to Baltimore's inner harbor by 1800hrs. So we went for it. Ron was low on fuel. So after we passed under the Bay Bridge he just sailed for a couple hours. I continued to motor sail and made it to the harbor just before 1800.
I anchored and started getting Galena put away when a Police Boat pulled up.
"Hey, skipper. If you're gonna anchor here, you have to be inside the designated anchorage," he said, pointing at a buoy just about a hundred yards from shore.
"I have to be inside that mark," I asked? "Officer, I have several boats arriving to raft up tomorrow. I don’t know if we can all fit in there."
"Inside the anchorage," he said and started to motor off.
So I hauled up the hook and moved to a spot that I thought might make the man happy. Not much room. In fact, more than just a few boats, rafted together, would not fit. I suppose they are trying to say, "No anchoring" without actually saying it.
Ron showed up and anchored about 60-ft away from me. We'll put a few boats between us and then throw out a stern anchor tomorrow to keep us in place. We should be fine for the weekend. Winds might pick up but they are not expected to clock at all.
OK, tomorrow some of my friends will show up and we'll get this party started!
Baltimore Inner Harobor Raft-Up
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