Morning. Cold. My weather apps tell me it feels like 39 degrees. My slipping out of the sleeping bag confirms this. The weather apps reiterate that the sail is done, there is another nor'easter coming. If I want to get into Chestertown, and I have made a commitment to be there for the festival, then I need to get in before the storm arrives.
Hot tea and peach cobbler for a leisurely breakfast, no rush on the chilly morning. Light northwest wind and clearing skies.
Put on the wool sweater, foul weather bibs and boots against the cold. Sail off the mooring 9:30. A pleasant 1.3 under blues skies as we leave the Corsica at 10:25.
12:25 put out a trolling line. No signs of fish, no breaking baitfish, not gulls hovering low over the water. It strikes me that it has been this way for much of the trip, usually I see birds feeding and schools of coppery baitfish. Not this year. Finally see a few birds feeds about a half mile away. Light winds so can't get there before they scatter.
2:00, just four deadrises and me, otherwise the river is empty. A cool overcast moving in. 3:00 tacking up the channel into Langford Creek. Surprise to see another small sailboat coming out of the creek. More surprised to see it is friend Jim Arthur. We exchange greets.
3:30 anchor down Davis Creek.
11:31 NM
