Chartering on the Chesapeake continued...
read just a little faster than what Bud saw on his Garmin GPS. The anchorage in Swan Creek teemed with sailboats gearing up for the Labor Day weekend. A south wind, though, tossed the boats in the anchorage all night. It had looked on the chart like such a good hurricane hole. Henderson’s Wharf Marina in Baltimore welcomed us 18 miles across the Bay, on the mainland side. This major city with a long history looked as if it had turned the corner, tacked, so to speak, out of its dismal decades of crime, corruption, and economic distress. We stayed overnight at the marina and found crab meals ashore. We left Baltimore just after dawn, heading south for Whitehall Bay and an anchorage in Mill Creek. The lures here were a good anchorage and Jimmy Cantler’s Riverside Inn, the only restaurant on the creek. As we expected, Cantler’s was flooded with boats and with people who’d found the place by car. Bud went ashore,
reporting a 90-minute wait before one could get a table. Bud came back aboard, and I went ashore to try to find a phone so that I could inform my family of our location. My cell phone had run out of juice, and I’d left my charger at home. The man at the door let me use the restaurant’s landline phone. While talking, I overheard the man say there was a 20-minute wait for carryouts from the bar. Our lunch concern was over. I went back to the boat and told Bud. We climbed the 30 steps from dockside to the restaurant and enjoyed a crab salad (Bud) and a lump crab sandwich (me) right at the cool but noisy bar. Afterward, we powered to the south end of Mill Creek, anchored, and swam. Bud soaped up, rinsed in the not-so-salty water, and rinsed with the boat’s solar-heated shower hung on the backstay. Boats, power and sail, came and went, dancing between red and green daymarks. Kestrel (means sparrow hawk), a cutter of about 45 feet, anchored inshore of us and soon invited a
couple aboard a 30-footer to tie alongside. A woman on Kestrel climbed down a stainless steel ladder and swam. No screams. No jellyfish, reported Bud, who made his second swim of the day. On the last full day of the week, we sailed south past Annapolis and the Severn River to tuck into the South River for a stop at a restaurant we’d discovered the previous year: Yellowfin Steak and Fish House. It happened to be a special time when prices were half-off on the menu. The tab for it all, including beer: $74. Harness Creek, off the mouth of the South River, sheltered us for the night. In a week that went too fast, we returned to Hartge’s to sample figs from a cluster of small trees set upon by crows. We refilled Short But Sweet’s diesel fuel tank and fresh water tank. The boat was due to head out the same day with another charterer aboard. We hope he found as much enjoyment from that short boat as we did.
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Chesapeake Bay Sailing