St Michael’s

Last night there was a banging sound. It was loud and consistent, but only sounding about every 4 minutes.  We thought about ignoring it, but it was windy and we were worried.  We donned life jackets, head lamps, and jackets over our pajamas and out we went to investigate the anchor. (Michael had already diagnosed the problem- the anchor chain was dislodging from its roller and hitting the sides of the bowsprit each time to boat reached its maximum sway angle). What’s the temporary emergency nighttime solution necessary for sleep? Michael places a kitchen rag under the chain, while I watch carefully to make sure he does not fall off the bowsprit into the Chesapeake.  Long term plan is to get a longer snubber.

This morning, after a brief outing up the mast to photograph the horn that broke on the trip across the Atlantic, we head to explore St Michael’s.

We have a nostalgic for Michael and new for Jill culinary experience.

To end the day we sail west, back to Rhode River, in anticipation of tomorrow’s guests.