Last April I got my first yachting fix in several years. Some will remember the blog, Gone to Sea Again (http://wp.me/p31Ng8-2Z). I joined my friends Greg and Linda in Jacksonville, FL, for the trip north to their home on the Chesapeake Bay.
Watermark, their 53’ Huckins, is a serious snowbird–like me. So when I got orders to report for southing duty aboard the boat, I wedged the dates into my travel plans.
On the northward trip last spring, I had a deadline for getting back to Maine and was able to be on board only as far as Charleston. This time I have no such constraints, and I am on board until the final port.
The Intracoastal Waterway is one of the great north/south highways of the country and much more scenic than I-95 or I-5.
Jolly Swag and I arrived at Linda and Greg’s home on the Chesapeake at dusk on Saturday. Greg delayed his intended 7:30 a.m. departure in order to let the morning fog burn off.
The bay was bowling-alley flat, and Watermark steamed along at 15-20 knots. Thin fog banks and shifting mists swirled in slow motion stacking gray skyshapes on the horizon. In the pix below a fog bank appears to be land.
A hundred miles from home we entered Norfolk Harbor and viewed a skyline panorama of naval vessels.
Last time I moved a boat through the Chesapeake it was an initiation into seas that were five-foot cubes. They heaved oil-drum loads of ice water into the cockpit and onto the helmsman. No one kept the helmsman company, although he was fortified regularly with Yukon Jack.
This time I was served apple pie which Linda baked while underway. The dollop of Breyers Natural Strawberry Ice Cream was a nice finishing touch. And, yes I asked Linda if she had a sister.
I hope life is as good for other gypsies.