Still in Dividing Creek, we had breakfast Sunday morning while listening to g
reat blue heron squawking along the waters edge. Another perfect a day in paradise. That afternoon we helped deliver a boat to St Michaels, with the help of our new powerboater friends, Jim and Debbie whom we had met in the Sassafras. Speed does have its advantage at times!We left our quiet refuge of Dividing Creek on Monday and went 7 miles south to St Michaels. It's a pretty little boater-friendly village. After a few nights of listening to wildlife in Dividing Creek, our background music was changed to a live band at the bar near our anchorage.
We visited the town, reprovisoned once again. Bob was thrilled that he got popcorn and beer with lunch.
We left bright and early Tuesday morning, and went to LaTrappe Creek. Local cruisers we had met in the Sassafras, Pat and Fred on Iron Eagle , told us that Dividing Creek was their favorite spot, followed by LaTrappe. It was another spectacular place, filled with many surprises - hidden coves, beautiful homes, farms all around, a boatyard. We watched eagles fishing along the creek. It was everything they said and more!
We
woke to a
dense
fog with visibility limited to 15-20 feet. All we
could see were fish jumping. It quickly burnt off to a beautiful sunny day, and
we weighed anchor and
headed north to the quaint little town of Oxford MD. It was like stepping back in time. They had a one-room library and the whole town consisted of 5-10 buildings. We saw no traffic lights, and only a few cars. This town is really Pleasantville in color.
Maggie continues working for Peter Block while we're on this trip; when we're walking around, she brings her phone, a piece of scratch paper along with a pencil ... and she's at work. (And she thought her office in Mystic was special!)
After a long day at the office, Maggie took a break to try to recapture her youth, while Bob made a new friend.
Throughout the day Bob had been looking at the bar in front of our boat and decided it was time to have a drink with the locals. It wasn't long before we met new friends, Dallas and Nancy. They came back to SeaTryst , where Bob offered them beer. Not willing to turns the lights on to conserve amps, he brought out SlimFast. Dallas let us know that he didn't need SlimFast, but maybe Bob did.
Looking across from Schooners, seemed no
different from looking across the Mystic River at the Mystic Seaport
where Brilliant
is usually docked.
We left Thursday morning for the 36-mile run to the
Solomons. Rosie, who stood watch most of the way, was quite relieved when
we quit motoring. . We are now waiting for the rain to pass and
collecting water in the process. It rained so hard, in fact, we filled
our 65 gallon water tank.
