Morning comes with an unexpected and heavy fog. I try to wait it out but the has more patience than me.
Eric is the first to go out in his beautiful canoe yawl. Should I go, should I wait?
As Eric disappears into the grey mist I begin rigging SPARTINA.
Cast off 8:30 as friend Anna says "see you in Chestertown." I motor through the fleet of boats anchored outside (appropriately named) Fogg Cove, looking for dark shadows along the way. Past the anchorage and in deep water, sails up at 8:45. Making 1.2 to the northeast. Silence on the foggy river save for the sound of rippling water. 9:00 hear the church bells in St. Michaels. I hear a motor purring, a boat not too far away. I exchange short blasts with the fog horn. Jibe to the northwest. Feel the wake of the unseen vessel. 9:30 see a sailboat under power near green marker "1". 9:45 Deepwater Point to port. Hear voices in the mist. 10:00 two sailboats and a power boat come and go in the fog.
10:30 fog lifting. 10:35 bright sunshine! Look back to see the fog bank sitting comfortably over the river to the south. 11:45 tacking downwind, 1.9. 12:00 light northwest wind arrives, lots of wakes from passing motor boats.
12:30 struggling with the wind. Motorsailing, with with wind rippling the surface of Eastern Bay to the south. 1:30 wind arrives, doing 3.0 towards Turkey Point. Warm and sunny, great sailing.
2:00 round Turkey Point, 2:20 in Cox Creek. 2:55 turn into Warehouse Creek. Follow the creek north, then turn to port into a favorite cove surrounded by trees. Anchor down 3:30. I put up the boom tent for shade, enjoy the solitude.
14.15 NM
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