July 26 — Escape from the Solomons….

Not that the Solomons need to be escaped from., but after 5 days of rainy, windy weather, we were definitely ready to get going. And today was a perfect day to do so. Calm — actually glassy waters. A light breeze — just enough to keep us cool. A short trip ahead of us. Thirteen miles as the crow flies (I have not seen any crows), but 33 miles by water. An easy trip.

Blue skies and calm waters! Woo hoo! We’re on our way again.
Remember those confusing day marks I talked about….here’s a new one. What the heck does SH mean?!
Maybe the bird knows what this marker means. We sure didn’t. But the charts showed deep water all around, so we passed to the right in hopes of avoiding the huge wake that power boat was kicking up.  We learned the hard way that big wakes create the kind of rocking and rolling that sends things flying below. We are MUCH better at securing everything (from bottles of opened wine, to cosmetics, half-empty coffee cups and even the Keurig coffee maker) before we get underway. It only took two red wine “accidents” to train us.

 

Houses on the shore range from “been in the family for years” to fancy places that look slightly out of place. I didn’t spot any really over the top places — and not a tile roof in sight.  Those architects from south Florida haven’t made their way up here yet!

We saw a huge ship along the way and then noticed a pod of gleaming white storage tanks just past the tree line at the water’s edge. A natural gas pipeline we think. Strange to see it in this beautiful environment. Always think of pipelines crossing scraggly rural areas and jutting into commercial ports. There is also a nuclear plant on the Chesapeake. The SpringCove Marina had a pretty scary warning sign about it.

We are on Taylor Island at the Slaughter Creek Marina. Very rural. Difference between this spot and White Point is that there is a restaurant on the premises. A pretty good one. I had soft shell crabs — in these parts they call them “soft crabs.” Meaty and delicious.

The swimming pool beckoned as the Cubs seemed to be on a losing track. We were wrong. The Cubs won while we were swimming with two toddlers, a harried mother and a yappy dog. Correction. The dog wasn’t swimming, just patrolling the pool area and barking like mad with every move we made. Not restful, but definitely cooling.

Think we’ll stay here another day. No schedule, remember?!

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