Solomons in SightSep 16, 2011
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Cohansey anchorage
Deleware debris
Magothy memory
The anchorage on the Cohansey River reminded us of the tidal flats of the Carolinas. Banks were mud at low and beyond was a series of small creeks hidden in the tall marsh grass. Our engine exhaust problem continues to plague the journey as we try to spend as much time as possible in the fresh air. When we reached the upper Delaware, it became evident that the aftermath of hurricane Irene and the rains of Lee had washed entire forests of lumber into the bay. Autopilot was not the way to go so the driving was by hand and the debris required lots of dodging. We made it to the C and D Canal about noon, without much traffic along the way. Thursday night we had planned to take a mooring in Annapolis, but as the wind built and instead we pulled into the Magothy River and found an anchorage in the north corner for the night. Magothy was the site of our wedding reception some forty-seven years ago.
Up early on Friday our goal was to make it into Solomons while the weather held and our own health lasted with the carbon monoxide bath we were getting. This part of the upper Chesapeake was full of the same amount of garbage and tree trunks. Perhaps we were lucky to have been well north for this volatile summer. We did get to our Solomons home about noon on Friday 17 September. The ten week trip had taken us 2250 statute miles while the engine ran 325 hours and the generator was on for 197 hours. This latter figure reflects the abundance of our time either on a mooring or anchored; slightly more than in past years. The afternoon of our arrival was a quiet one of unloading the refrigerator and clothes, but leaving lots of gear for later. We had our first hot bath in three months and went to bed early.
