THURSDAY 4 SEPTEMBER 2014
Journey: Triple L Estate – Len’s Marina – Stoney’s, Broomes Island – Triple L Estate
As we were leaving the cove, the neighbors living on the other side of the cove motioned us over. He wanted to know about our new lift. He had seen it going in so Lori gave him the contact information for our lift guy. He then asked about our other boat and we explained we took it to Annapolis for its 20 hour service. After that we were on our way.
I had no idea it would be so very rough on the way up river. I was happy we at least had following seas, otherwise it would have been brutal. If I had known it would be so rough I may have agreed to drive. Neither Lori or I looked forward to the rough ride home, which, if the wind stayed the same, meant head into the waves AND in the dark.
We first went to Len’s Marina in order to fill up on fuel. They were very busy inside and could not come out to the pumps. Fortunately, we’ve been there enough times that they recognized us, and trust us. They gave us the key to unlock the pump ourselves as well as accurately report back the cost when finished. Traveling from Len’s to Stoney’s meant heading down river into the wind and rough waves. Thank goodness we had such a short distance to travel. Yep, the ride home did not look promising.
I scanned down river looking to see if any portion of the river might offer a less brutal ride home. I saw no route less heinous than any other. In order to spare Lori I actually considered dropping her off and going home alone and drive back with the van to pick her up. But then I thought, well that’s being a little melodramatic.
When Anthony saw us arrive in the African Kween he immediately told him mom, “They came in the wrong boat.”
Cornhole was its usual fun time. Talking with various people helped fill in the pieces of the puzzle which was Saturday’s bus ride to National Harbor. Once told about what I did, I then remembered that, yes, indeed, I did do that. For example, pouring beer all over Stewie’s shirt for wet t-shirt effect since he, at first, wasn’t taking his shirt off. I at least remember that, now. Stewie, on the other hand, has no recollection. I did hear what has become my most favorite quote from that night. When Stewie, who had passed out at the back of the bus, came to he exclaimed, “Damn! You old people can party!!”
Throughout the evening I watched the river, hoping to see any changes – for the better. Lori later told me she was doing the same thing. Not until almost the very end of the evening did the wind finally die down. We ended up having a spectacularly smooth and beautiful ride home. A bright moon, slightly more than half full, added to the gloriousness of the journey and provided a significant amount of light.
Time: 4:45 pm 9:10 pm
Conditions: very rough on way up river, following seas; smooth ride home
Vessel: 23’ Seaway
Lori, Sophie, Kristine