Pre-dawn darkness in a parking lot by a bbq joint and a family dollar store, the MUST (Maryland Upper Shore Transit) arrives 6:00 a.m. like clockwork. As a senior citizen, a buck-fifty gets me a 50-some mile ride down to my truck and trailer in Cambridge. Most the way I'm the only passenger. A second passenger joins us in Easton. The bus route doesn't stop near the boatyard where I need to go, but the driver is kind enough to make an extra stop just to save me a couple miles of walking.
Standing along the Choptank, I think about the 30 days since I had cast off in Cambridge. Great sailing, a couple of windy day and time spent with friends along the way. It is difficult to remember it all.
I pause to look at my sailing track. Yes, a lot of memories in there.
I get a roundabout welcome from the festival committee, an instagram post noting our arrival in town. How nice.
And then from Germany, an unexpected painting of SPARTINA. Again, how nice.
So it is time for some daysailing on the Chester with the SULTANA out for a children's sail...
nights in the quiet marina...
blueberry muffins and iced tea at Evergrain bakery...
and quiet walks through town.
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