LAT: N 37° 32.7'
LON: W 76° 20.0'
50s, mostly cloudy, winds N-NW 10-20 kts
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Timmy, I've a Feeling We're Not In Kansas Anymore
825 - After a few minutes of yanking and driving around and over the anchor we get it out of the mud and take off.
1000 - West of Bloodworth Island (more spoooky).
1026 - Passing Point No Point. Why? There's no good reason.
1200 - Almost done crossing past the mouth of the Potomac. If we had turned right and gone up it we would eventually get to our nation's capital.
1220 - Flying past Smith Point we cross into Virginia!
1503 - We start turning west to head in.
1603 - We have wound our way in through the narrowest channel of all time and have anchored in the empty and still Jackson Creek in Deltaville, VA off the Piankatank River.
Arggg me maties, have ya never heard of microbrews?
Where The Sidewalk Ends
It's Best Not To Proceed On Foot
Michael J Fox - Guest Editor
Back out into the Chesapeake we went. Steering Slowly in the 3 ft following seas (waves that come up behind us) is not frightening or jolting but it is still difficult. Each wave picks up the boat and puts her down going in a different direction so that the driver cannot leave his post, even for a handful of candy corn, without being nudged off course. We saw many pelicans and many fishermen, but not much else. There was one lighthouse that we particularly liked. Similar to the one we toured yesterday, it seemed like a pleasant place to live, besides the outhouse hanging over the side. We'd hate to be sitting out there in a big storm!
Outside the entrance to the Potomac the waves got a little choppier. There was a lot of activity on the water on this November Saturday. This is the big Striped Bass Season down here. Looking at the charts we kept ourselves amused musing about the places we were passing. After the Potomac we celebrated our entrance into Virginia. There were armies of fishing boats all around us. Like any good little fishy, we tried to get through unscathed while trying not to get hooked on anyone's lines. We are fond of the Chesapeake fishing boats that are sleek and long compared to the stubby big nosed little sports fishing boats.
We wound our way into the Piankatank River, making big arcs to avoid the shallow water. The entrance into Jackson Creek was the narrowest we had seen. The surrounding shoals are quite visible and one has to hug the markers, though not too close because the shoals have grown since they were marked. At one point we found ourselves right in someone's backyard, though no one came out to greet us tea and cookies. Instead we headed straight through and made it up into a calm anchor spot with ease.
Shutting off the engines created a vacuous quiet. In a mix of peaceful and eery, a distant leaf blower let us know we were not alone. A long boat full of men glided by, home from a day of fishing in their camouflage insulated body suits. They blatantly stared at us (or really just Hannah), while we got the dinghy down into the water. After a short pull in flat water, we reached the high town dock and climbed up, there being no ladder, to begin our explorations. The dock put us on the edge of an open suburb. Like aliens in human disguises, we step off our ship into these otherwise normal neighborhoods where everyone is just doing his weekend chores, maybe getting in the family car to go out for dinner. Here in particular, our distance traveled is palpable as we walk off into a new culture, a new part of the world. We have indeed become the oddities (for a change?). [Like Teen Wolf! -Ed]
Deltaville is a far reach from what we could ever call home. With only a library, a hardware store, a gas station and a bar where the bartender truly gave Hannah a blank face when she asked about local beers. (H:"What beer do you have?" B:"Oh, we have them all." H:"What do you have for local beers?" B:"Local beers? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talkin' about." H:"You know, any beer made in Virginia?" B:"...I don't think so. We have Bud, Bud Lite, Miller Lite and Coors.") We were disappointed since we had been enjoying trying the local beers of the places we went. After pondering the situation we thought about how the choice beer in different places is not always the local brew, but can also be America's favorite corporate brew: Bud. Taking a sip of the nation's beer culture requires sampling both.
Although it is a beautiful area, and is a popular place for cruisers, we do not feel it is fair to give Deltaville a rating. It is simply not for us.
Knots! Where would the Mariner be without knots? Luckily, we do not need to know all the knots shown in this picture from the Maritime Museum in Solomon; there are only a handful of knots that we must know to get by on the boat. If you only know one knot, it should probably be a bowline. It is known because it will remain strong under a heavy load and then after you can untie it easily. Learn how to tie one from the Blue Ridge Mountain Rescue Group's site. Or for a saltier lesson check out the 2nd instruction in Seamanship from the 1871 Boy's Manual of Seamanship and Gunnery.
Animal of the Day
The Opossum! We saw one just this evening! Often called "a possum", these little nocturnal rodents have long noses and tails, a white face and course black and white fur. They are also the only marsupial outside of Australia! After birth they are carried in the pouch for 3 months. They eat a variety of meats and veggies and are often considered pests for trash rummaging, munching on crops or eating eggs. They "play possum" (play dead) when they are shocked by something, usually shocking the spectator when they realize the Possum is not dead at all.
We tried the Wings of Fire at the one bar in Deltaville. They gave a cool new meaning to the word firey but they did have "Days of Thunder" on the boob tube. Back on Slowly we went for the salad as a first course consisting of Verdelli Harvest Select All Natural Spinach, Earthbound Farm Organic Mini Peeled Carrots, Santas Sweet Grape Tomatoes and Emma's (the best pizza in the world) homemade Roasted Garlic salad dressing. For a second course we had warmed up leftovers (see yesterdays Grub Report).
Wine Review: Toscolo, Chianti, 2001. This easy going wine would go well with many dishes and would be a great beginner wine because it is subtly sweet (but not fruity) and is not bold at all. It keeps your socks on while pleasant tasting. We give it 2 and a half propellers.
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