July 7, 2009 |
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At Red eyes with Laurie & Randy
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7 July - After a week sailing the Ionian Sea, some might say that Chesapeake Bay might be boring but not so. The Bay can offer up great sailing conditions and although not as exotic as Greece, interesting destinations abound on every bay, river and creek.
We drove up from Raleigh late Friday night with plans of turning in for the night as soon as we settled aboard Lastdance. It wasn't to be...I decided to begin the holiday weekend by taking Teresa for just one beer at Red Eye's Dock Bar. "One beer" became one rum and coke and then another after our friend Dave from m/v Seduction saw us and bought a second round. We had to reciprocate so we bought him a round and another for ourselves for good measure. We turned in at 2 am and woke in surprisingly good shape at 7, for coffee and bagels at the marina.
We made the 10 am bridge and we were sailing into Eastern Bay under a full press of sail by 10:20, bound for St Michael's. With southwest winds, it was a great reach all the way into the Miles River but we encountered an #%&^@* weenie, motoring in a sailing catamaran out the narrow channel at Deep Water Point at R "14" about a mile north of St Michael's. I mean crap...we're sailing in close-hauled, he's motoring out and we're about to meet port-to-port with plenty of room to the east but at the last minute, he turns sharply to port right in #%&^@* front of me, placing himself between Lastdance and R "14". I blow 5 blast on my horn but the banana head just smiles as he goes down my starboard rail, mere feet from us and then he and the scantily clad bimbos (and I mean bimbos) begin waving with big smiles on their ugly faces. I'm thinking...they gotta be chartering, so I yells, "Hey asshole, I'm not waving at you, I'm giving you the finger." He shrugs his shoulders and says "What?" Then the bimbo next to him yells, "We have the right of way." As they faded away astern, Teresa stared at me in disbelief but I explained to her that all the salty yelling was part of the required bridge-to-bridge comunications, covered in the Navigation Rules.
An hour later we were anchored just north of the Maritime Muesuem and joined by Rich and Betty from s/v Trust Me, which was anchored in the Roads outside the harbor. I twisted their arms and we knocked off a 2 liter bottle of Margaritas. Rich and Betty left in a mellow mood and Teresa and I remained aboard for the night, sipping wine and devouring a couple of choice filets. The sail back Sunday was good until we got to Prospect Bay so we motored back, making the noon bridge opening. Once secured we had lunch and then heard from my cousin Laurie. she and her husband Randy were in Annapolis and getting ready to go "out for a little spin" in their boat. A half hour later they called from Red Eyes..."We're here!" - More to follow as the summer wears on!
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