Monday, June 1, 2009

Down the Delaware

We had a great visit with Dave and enjoyed his “famous Mexican burgers.” Then he drove us to Wilmington for a quick lunch out with my 90-year-old Mom who had a busy social calendar. She squeezed us in, before going to a high school graduation party. Then we visited my Aunt Sue who is recovering from a hospital visit.

MicMac ‘s captain and first mate were happy this morning as we caught the current down the Delaware River. Trawler friends know what it’s like to move along at 6 to 7 knots, but sailors don’t enjoy a quick pace like this very often.

The Philly skyline was beautiful this morning as we left. We had to share the river with very few tankers and barges. Few pleasure boats either as the marina choices are few. Piers Marina has a lot of liveaboards—some on rather sketchy boats.

Once again we got a very limited view of Wilmington’s skyline because of the humongous landfill that’s filling in Cherry Island. Brody diapers will soon be there since Julie and Rob plan to drive down to introduce Brody to Grandmom Cloud in a few weeks. Julie and Dave diapers are on the lower layers in this same landfill, I’m sure. That's family bonding!

It’s a darn shame that Wilmington never tried to capture the cruising boat market with a scenic marina. Perhaps the duPonts prefer solitude? A commercial dock on the Christina River is the home berth to the Kalmer Nyckel, Delaware’s tall ship, which was absent today, probably off on a good will trip. Two huge container ships were unloading: Dole and Chiquita logos on them. Yes, we have some bananas in Delaware!

I finally got to see Fort Delaware on Pea Patch Island as we motored by. It’s been there since Civil War days and was used as a prison for Confederate soldiers, although I didn’t remember that from my Delaware history classes. Sorry, Sister Mary Agnes.

On the other side of the river (on the Jersey side) is a justaposition from Civil War days. There's a great plume of water vapor (I hope) coming out of the Salem, NJ, nuclear plant. Or as "W" would say, "nucular plant."

The scent of honeysuckle overwhelmed us as we motored down the C&D Canal today. Then a big barge and towboat overwhelmed us as well. Captain Pete displayed a look of relief at this “close encounter”!

Just pulled into the Summit North Marina in Glascow, De, again for a one-night stay. 7 and a half hours to get here vs. the trip north. Thank you, God, for currents.
Filled up the 70 gallon water tank and 38 diesel tank—to get ready for numerous nights on the hook in the upper Chesapeake. Yes, Rob, that means “dropping anchor.”

Pete just threatened to throw this netbook overboard. I'm addicted to blogging on the seas. If only we had WiFi everywhere.

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