day eight - foggy morning

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