Deep Creek

Deep Creek
N 36 16.256 W 076 43.349

We are in a delightfully picturesque and well sheltered little creek. The creek is off St. Clements Bay which is off the Potomac River. There are thunderstorms passing by so we are glad for the shelter. There seem to be endless creeks and bays and side rivers in the Chesapeake. It would indeed take many many years to see all of it.

We are about 50 miles from Washington, but the scene around here is very rural. St. Clements bay is sparsely rimmed with farms and Deep creek is spasely rimmed with apparent vacation houses. We only saw three other boats all day on the Potomac. It's great.

We bad a brisk sail up here today. Winds varied from 20 to 30 and we sailed most of it with foresail only. Alas, at the end of the day Libby spotted a rip in the hem of the foresail. It is in the same place where we had it mended last year. When I picked it up last year, the sail maker expressed doubt about how much life it has left. I'll try to mend it by hand this time but we better start looking for a new sail. Ay ay. After all the expense for the repowering, money for boat accessories is
sparse. We also need a new boomkin, and new bowsprit, and a new EPIRB. Our EPRIB (the radio beacon that sends homing signals to a satellite when it is immersed in water) is obsolete. The government decided to change radio frequency, and everyone must buy a new EPIRB with the new frequency.

By the way, I heard two great jokes on NPR. First, two Jewish grandmothers sat. One said, "Oy." The other one said, "Oy." Then the first one said, "OK, that's enough talking about the children."

Second, two snails were robbed and mugged by a turtle. One snail said to the other, "It all happened so fast!."