Anchor up at 7:15. The two cruising sailboats are gone. Sun breaking through the light overcast. I motor over to the park wharf and tie up, walking about three blocks of the brick-covered sidewalks to the Ever Grain Bread Company, an apricot ginger scone and glass of unsweetened iced tea for a pleasant breakfast. I read the newspaper and check in with the family.
Cast off at 8:15, under power, four small skiffs setting out lines of crab pots on the river. Windless and working against an incoming tide.
Sails up 9:30 with a light breeze, cool and grey and birds making a racket in the marsh. Just over a knot off the mouth of Broad Creek, Northwest Point at 10:00 and making a little better speed. But on a beautiful morning what is the rush? I hear the high-pitched whistle of an osprey long before I see it, finally tracking it down to a nest hidden deep in the branches of a tree on the point. Jibe at the point, still under 2 kts.
Under power at 11:00, Comegy's Bight at noon. A light breeze arrives, sails up and trolling for striper. Bring in a small one and release it. Nichols Point at 1:30, light breeze that comes and goes. By 3:00 rounding the point into Langford Creek, two sailboats anchored in the lee of narrow, wooded Cacaway Island.
As I look about for an anchorage the breeze fills in. Why anchor when we can have a nice afternoon sail? I tack back and forth on the calm water, listening to sports radio and just enjoying the afternoon. I troll a bit but not too seriously, bringing in the line and sailing some more.
Anchor down 4:55. Wild mushrooms and lamb risotto for dinner. A calm evening as the shade creeps out from the trees on shore. Life is good.