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Easing in at end of day.
There’s video from this trip still to come. I’ll try to get that up in the next day or so. Still trying to catch up from 10 days of travel.
Kevin Brennan spent a long time researching a good launch point for this trip, and really nailed it with Turner’s Creek. The ramp is wide and well maintained, in a sheltered cove, with good parking and necessary facilities at hand. It’s also secluded and quiet, with very little traffic other than watermen and a few locals.
Betsy on the hard
Tucking tail for Chestertown was the right thing on several counts. Best part is it turned one adventure into two. It’s a cool little town, and I would have missed it if I hadn’t got run off the river.
Working hard at the office.
Morning was glorious. Wild Turkeys crowing instead of roosters. Snapped a few photos of the sunrise. It was so striking to see the lotus leaves floating in the sky, buoyed by red clouds.
Red sky at morning . . .
Dusk on Turner’s Creek
Call your wife.
(The posts made already were limited to what photos and minimal text I could manage by phone from the water. Here, and over the next few days, I’ll fill in the back story and post a lot more images, some video, too.)
The sun was down when I reached Molly’s Tractor Supply to pick up the ramp permit ($60 for a year if you’re out of state.) Getting dark fast. Nothing around but miles and miles of corn and wheat. Silos in silhouette against the horizon. A piece of farm equipment rumbled up, sat idling while the guy got out, went in for a drink, then throttled up and rumbled off again.
Woke up to Wild Turkeys gobbling in the woods, Osprey overhead, and Blue Heron everywhere. Watermen making a pass at the nets before battening down ahead of the storm. A big one.
Didn’t get on the water til a out 10. A pickup drove up, swept his headlights over Caesura and stopped cold. A nice boat builder wanted to talk boats. Fascinating guy. Finally got him to hold a light for me when i noticed it was after 9. He’s been living on a classic old sloop while he restores it, for 12 years. It’s anchored out in the cove.
Rowed back in the creek by moonlight. Got to lay down somewhere past midnight. Slept in a bed of lotus flowers. Moon, owls, fish jumping. Rye whiskey. Really nice. Really.
fone poste
Heading out tomorrow before noon, destination . . . erm . . . somewhere on the Sassafras River. Three days of camping on a small boat on the water. Something different.
Will post a few photos now and then. More when I return.
Chow.