Now we know what Dim Sum feel like…
Got away at 1000 — motoring out into a zephyr-rilled Choptank. Passing Castle Haven, Janet suggested we delay returning home in favor of Baby Owl Cove.
Never one to interfere with inspiration, I shut off the diesel and we set sail for Broad Creek. Once again our newly recut jib pleased. The boat sailed itself most of the way to the creek. Unfortunately, the wind more or less evaporated as we tried to reach north. So we motored yet again.
Anchoring in this welcoming creek, it was clear we were in for a scorcher. As the day progressed, even showers on the transom failed to banish the fire. So we dove below into air conditioning. It only took three hours to get the interior temp below 80 deg F. Ugh.