Fall flicked its finger tips across the Chesapeake as Earl exited. Brisk westerlies ushered in dry, sub-60 night-time temps.
Those breezes provided a fast jib only broad reach from Herring Bay to Eastern Bay where the wind and the tide conspired to provide leaping, crossing, breaking seas that failed to confound the autopilot but made sitting with an arm slung around something essential.
Inside Eastern Bay, under the lee of Kent Point, the wind dropped and backed, so we set the main and sailed a more northerly course until the Tilghman Point buoys roughly ranged with the entrance to Wye River. There, we jibed.
A bit later we dropped the hook in Lloyd Creek with 25 kts blowing across us. The breeze abated but only as the sun dropped behind the treeline.
What a lovely day with brilliant sky, brilliant water, brisk wind, and loving companionship.