Heading to New England. Where next?
As I write this Pandora and crew are anchored in Chesapeake City, a tiny harbor of refuge at the western end of the C&D canal.
The town is impossibly quaint, with a main street lined with colonial homes. The view from Pandora this morning was a wonderful way to begin the day. I have been here many times, stopping for at least one night when I am heading south or north. Brenda and I passed this way together in 2012 on our first big voyage south together. I wrote about that “historic” visit in this post. That visit was particularly memorable as a large storm lashed the NE while we were here causing much flooding.
I expect to spend two days anchored here, waiting for favorable winds before we head down Delaware Bay and up toward Montauk and Long Island Sound.
The forecast suggests that we will pick up favorable winds, if light, for the run north as we turn the corner at the mouth of the Delaware late Friday or early Saturday morning.
Getting a good feel for the wind has been a challenge as each day’s forecast is very different than the last but now that we are very close to our departure, tomorrow, things are beginning to settle down. Light winds, shifting from one direction to the other is standard for this time of year in spite of the generally prevailing direction of SW but we hope to at least have favorable, if light, winds. I’ll be sure to have plenty of fuel aboard as I expect that we will be running the engine quite a bit.
The total run from our starting point near Annapolis is about 350 miles a distance that way-back-when, would have seemed like an epic voyage. However, after years of 1,500 mile runs, this run seems more like a day sail.
As we headed north from Annapolis yesterday the winds were very calm and the bay, more like a lake. The afternoon clouds began to look quite impressive but we never saw any rain.
Along the way we passed some really palatial homes with acres of perfectly manicured grass. Some homes looked like they had been there for generations.
Some more like a sprawling and not so “micro mansion”.
Of course, osprey nests on just about ever navigation mark.
As we approached our destination and the entrance to the canal, a lovely sun dipping toward the horizon in our wake.
The more obvious landmark in the town is this bridge that looms over the downtown area.
Of course, what post is complete without a view of Pandora. We have the anchorage nearly to ourselves.
I have mentioned that both AC units aboard have been replaced the forward one in FL and the aft, a much more complex installation, by me personally while the boat was in Annapolis. I still have to install a unit that will smooth out the amp spike when the aft unit cycles so that I can use my small Honda generator to keep us cool when we are desperate and want to use the AC while at anchor.
That small generator is pretty noisy and will surely upset our neighbors so I am exploring some sort of sound enclosure that I can put over it. I have been looking at some foam products that McMaster Carr, an industrial supplier, sells and will report back on what I come up with. It’s not really reasonable to run the generator in a crowded harbor as it’s just too noisy but if I can muffle the sound with a proper enclosure, that will make it practical. We’ll see.
I also had the aft AC unit wired to run, when we are under power, using my inverter driven off of our 200 amp high output alternator. Yesterday was the first time I used it that way since the installer visited to hook things up. It worked perfectly and what a treat to run both AC units while under power. It was quite very cool down below and quite “yacht-like”, I have to say. Decadent, actually.
Brenda and I had hoped to get our granddaughter Tori and son Rob out on Pandora for a few days while Pandora was in Annapolis but anxieties of the virus conspired against us so I finally just decided to bag it and head to New England.
I am looking forward to doing some local cruising if I can and now that Brenda’s book is at the publisher after a decade of work, perhaps she’ll agree to a “cruise”.
Hopefully the “fun” of the spring escape from the Caribbean will soon become a distant memory. So far, not much luck on that front.
So, where will Pandora be going next? Well, New England at least. Heading south? Now, that’s another story and I have no idea.
Fingers crossed but I fear that the state of the pandemic isn’t giving me hope that things will be under control any time soon.
Oh boy, I can hardly wait to be housebound all winter. Hope I’m not…
Ever hopeful.



But, it’s complicated. Last week the government of Antigua renewed a state of emergency which is to remain in place through the end of October. For practical purposes, this allows them to put curfews on place and add additional restrictions as needed.
I will say, from personal observation, the yard, as small as it is, looks pretty safe when compared to other yards in Antigua and the other islands, that are more exposed to the winds.
How about a “responsible” tot of rum? We’d have to stand a bit farther apart nowadays.
Or, a dingy drift that’s safe? I’ll want to be upwind from the group.
A group shot? Perhaps a smaller group, spaced out. Not sure how to do that, actually.
So, there you have it. Plenty to think about and with a few more months left before many will make a final decision on where they want to be this winter.
I’ll take this any day. Or at least during happy hour…
Of course, all of this will be just so much easier once there is a vaccine.
When we were tied up in the marina, AC blasting, the whole system abruptly shut down when one jelly was sucked into my strainer and filled it with goo. I’d expect that was one unhappy jelly. Of course, that’s if jellies can be happy or sad. I cleaned out the goo and and was able to restart both units.
In spite of the empty marina, I had heard anecdotally, that boating is booming right now, with boats selling fast and the used boat market showing signs of significant growth after years of stagnation. All of this does make sense given that being aboard a boat is naturally a pastime that offers good “social distancing”.
The Chesapeake Bay Museum, a large facility, is vacant too, with only two boats tied up at their docks.
There is a tiny inlet behind the museum where Brenda and I have anchored in the past. Vacant, save a single visiting boat.
Craig and I toured the museum, it too largely empty, and saw a lovely exhibit of Rosenfeld prints. This view of a crowded ladies day gathering at Larchmont Yacht Club in 1911 seems so quaint given all the restrictions about group gatherings these days.
We walked along Main Street and it wasn’t very hard to get a shot of the stores without the view of a single car passing by.
It’s hard to imagine that we were here during high season with the place to ourselves. Sure, there were others on the grounds but we were never anywhere with more than two or three visitors, all wearing masks when they got close.
The collection of working boats at the museum seem well cared for and it’s a fairly large collection including several ketch or sloop rigged oyster boats. This push boat was all muscle and little boat. The engine used to push the “mother ship” around when the winds are light.
This “buy boat” that would have gone from boat to boat to buy their catch and take it to market, has charming lines.
You can tell from the low freeboard on this boat that the waters she fished were well sheltered.
This working boat was designed to run crab lines, long and narrow as it could be counted on to track easily on straight runs as they ran down long raising crab lines with baits along the bottom that were left in place or “soaked” for an hour or two. After a while the boat would head back down the string, pulling each bait up toward the surface so that the fisherman could use a dip net to catch the crab before it reached the surface of the water and dropped off.
The museum is building a replica of the
Her replacement has a long way to go, in frame now.
As we headed out from St Michaels today, it was nearly dead calm and in our wake, a charming view of the city.
We passed a fleet of young sailors out for classes on the water, part of a summer sailing program. They were adorable, sailing in formation in their little prams.
Cruising in the age of pandemic, whether in the Caribbean or here in the US is very different than what we have grown up with but hopefully we will soon be looking back on this as a distant memory and looking forward to many more years of carefree time on the water.
Day after day, marchers impossibly crushed together.
Pre-pandemic, this is what we thought of when we heard the word “mask”.
Brenda made me a Covid mask from some package ribbon, an old handkerchief and a piece of “bilge oil absorbent material”, all we had on hand.
Within days we went from party time aboard Pandora with our cruising friends.
To socially distanced sundowners on the dock made even safer by the constant easterly breeze.
And then, after curfews were put in place, weeks of time alone, just the two of us aboard, with our only exercise, laps around Pandora.
Our time aboard went from “living the dream” to “being in prison, with the possibility of drowning”. It wasn’t great but we made the best of it, read a lot of books and consumed gigs and gigs of data on our phones, trying to keep in touch with friends and family. Oh yeah, and an alarming amount of wine. However, we did remain true to keeping our evening “tot” no earlier than 17:00.
Zoom, something that we had never heard of before Covid-19, became our lifeline to the world.
Now were’re home. back in the US, just Brenda and me, mostly alone again, after our “homeward bound” ocean voyage, a trip together that we never imagined. Just the two of us 1,500 miles at sea, all the way to Florida. For many cruisers, that’s just a short jaunt but to Brenda, a veteran of no more than a 350 mile passage, it was a very big deal.
West Palm Beach, where we stopped on our way north to Ft Pierce, offered another shocker. When we headed ashore we were stunned by size of the crowds packed into street-side bars. Sure, everyone was outside, but they were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder, somehow feeling like the danger of infection was long gone. How wrong they were now that the rate of infections has spiked to record levels.
I cannot think of any place I’d rather be, while snow and Covid-19 are swirling around up north, than enjoying a sundowner on Shirley Heights, overlooking English and Falmouth Harbors, watching the sun set.
So, what does the future bring for us cruisers this coming season?
When we were in the Caribbean, and trying to find a way to get Pandora, and ourselves, back to the US, I spent a lot of time thinking about where to go, where to base Pandora for the summer and what would happen next.
These boats are incredibly efficient at catching thousands of tons of menhaden. They use spotter planes to find the schools of fish and huge nets drawn together so that they can literally vacuum the fish aboard. It is a wonder that there are any menhaden left in the Chesapeake given the sophistication of these boats in sucking up stock, day after day, year after year and this fishery is just one of many contributors to the poor water quality of the bay.
It is good that the Virginia is keeping an eye on things and while there is a long way to go, the bay is in better shape than it was in the recent past.