After finally breaking away from the corporate "Tar Baby" (We love you Key Logic), we hauled anchor and ventured across the bay to Oxford, a quite hamlet on the eastern shore. Last night was so quiet at anchor that Carl disengaged the wind generator (CAREFULLY) because of the slight noise it makes while spinning.

While Carl was napping in the cockpit, I discovered there was a small airport very close to where we anchored. An airplane did touch and goes most of the day. On the shoreline we heard the faint sound of bagpipes and spied the gentleman playing in his yard right under the American Flag.

Exploring the town didn't take very long but it's still a welcome return to cruising for Sanctuary. We did find out that Oxford was the first designated port of entry on the eastern shore of Maryland in 1694.