Part 2: Sailing around Wye Island, then home
12 November 2012 | HHN to Dividing Creek and return
Ko Barrett: Windy, highs in the low 70s
Dawn, and the beauty of Dividing Creek was evident even before the Sun was above the horizon. Geese and herds of deer were heralding the sunrise through their calls and bounding through the shoreside brush. It only got better as the sun climbed. My anchor had held. I made a cappuccino and some oatmeal and soaked up the morning.
Now to lift the anchor with the Windlass. I wrapped the rope clockwise around the gipsy and low and behold, it worked! Aside from the rope, and later the chain, getting caught in the teeth of the gipsy, it worked well. I had to pull forward in order to get the anchor to let go, but soon the mucky anchor was up and I was splattered with 'pudding' - what Chesapeake Bay folks call the foot-deep muck that covers the bottom of the Bay and its tributaries.
As I headed out, I decided to take a side adventure and sail around Wye Island. I wanted to see more of the area and, from the map, it looked like it would only be an hour at most out of the way. It would be narrow in some places but deep enough.
Well, I learned I need better map reading skills. It was very narrow in some places and I really had to watch the depth sounder. I got through the hardest part but became confused as I rounded the Northeast corner of the island and the chartplotter had me heading into a low bridge. Yes, the water was deep enough but there was a road across the river! See that grey line at about 1 o'clock? That's a road. No choice but to turn around.
Now the delay was larger, but I still had lots of daylight ahead of me. As I retraced my...steps?...wake?...I got a bit mixed up looking at the chart plotter and ran aground. There is no way to describe the feeling of hearing that scrape and lurching forward. Luckily, since I was motoring, I quickly flipped Little Wing into reverse and pulled into deeper water. I adjusted the presentation to reflect what I was seeing and continued on.