The good news is that anyone prepping to report our sad and untimely deaths can stand down. Actually, things in Salisbury didn’t seem quite as bad Saturday morning. Tumbleweed was intact and Oscar hadn’t slept through any gruesome mayhem during the night. Heck, there even was some blue-ish sky over the gritty downtown.
But still, Russian roulette isn’t our game of choice. One night was enough.
Then the day got even better. The Wicomico was prettier than the day before. Calm and flat. As calm as Mahatma Gandhi on Xanax. As flat as a Plate Jack®️, invented by Robin P. Stagg, of Austin, Texas, who also is 50% responsible for inventing Dana.
The trip was so peaceful that we nearly were dozing off when the reverie was shattered by a radio call to Tumbleweed. Woooo! Our new AIS transmitter is working fine. Not Woooo! The call came from a tug pushing a barge—presumably loaded with mace or pepper spray—heading upstream to Salisbury. The river isn’t overly wide, but the Annapolis Captain slowed down so that we could take him at a decent spot. One whistle. Zero problems.
We’ve posted roughly a gazillion photos of Chesapeake Bay so we’re skipping it this time, but it also was calm and flat. It’s still hotter than hell, of course, but we cranked up the AC and enjoyed the six hours over to Solomons. Dana’s call on the weather was perfect.
Now about Solomons. Nice place. Decent restaurants. Mostly famous as one of Lord Baltimore’s havens for Catholics and as the place where we sort of ended our Great Loop and started our Down East Circle. Zahnisers gave us a great spot away from the crowds, and more importantly away from the jellyfish.
But we’ve discussed Solomons at length in other posts and don’t have much to add. We did take the dinghy up to the end of Mill Creek, however, which was new. That Rick sure knows how to outfit a RIB.
We also knocked out some work stuff (Dana), some engine room stuff (Doug), and some sleeping and peeing stuff (Oscar). Nothing too exciting about any of that. Today brought rain, which also isn’t exciting.
So yes, basically this is just a sad little post serving as filler between our near-death experience in Salisbury and what we anticipate we’ll find in Cambridge, Maryland, where we understand such luminaries as Charles Darwin, John Maynard Keynes, and General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett attended university.