So we’re claiming to have started the Down East Circle at Spring Cove Marina.* “Spring Cove Marina” sounds a lot sexier than, say, “a green channel marker covered in bird poop.” That makes today—instead of the second half of yesterday—our first day on the Circle.
Up and at it this morning, because good travel days have been as hard to find as Tennessee Volunteer touchdowns. And a gorgeous day it was.
Somehow we’re supposed to feel wiser and more competent today, because after all, we’re GOLD LOOPERS. When we started this thing, we thought of Gold Loopers as gurus on the mountain, sages in the wilderness, folks to be revered.
In reality, it doesn’t seem work that way. At least for us. Doug still was absurdly confident that everyone in our general vicinity intentionally was trying to screw with us. Dana still believed with all her heart that we were about to run into every single crab pot on the Bay. Crab pots, or maybe pool toys.
Somewhere in Maryland there’s either a crying child or a crabber with a sense of humor. We tend to think it’s the former because a few hundred yards further along we passed a beach ball that appeared to belong with the watermelon. We promise we would’ve retrieved them both but the water was a bit churny at that spot, even if the photo doesn’t show it.
Anyway, we managed to muddle up to Herrington Harbour South.
This is where we picked up Brent and Karen—and where they left their car—so it kind of made sense for them to get off here as well. Good times. We’re sad to see them go but glad they traveled with us for a few days. They were a huge part of our Loop experience. We’re trusting that someplace down the waterways we’ll boat with them again. Hopefully soon.
Tomorrow a long day up to Bohemia Bay at the top of the Chesapeake.
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* That doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll end back there, of course. The trip up to Manhattan is kind of like a balloon tail. Once we get past the Statue of Liberty we’ll take the Hudson north but then in about September we’ll come back through Long Island Sound and down the East River to the same statue, assuming we can find it.