Monday, May 20, 2019

St. Michaels to Dividing Creek Anchorage

Pic from our NEBO.
Not enough cell service to keep track.
The day started out a little earlier than usual, around 2 am. For some reason I was awake. While looking at the ceiling I saw some distant flashes. Ah... maybe thunder woke me. Grabbing my Samsung I took a look at the weather. Wouldn't you know it, there was a teeny, tiny little storm cell -- the only one around -- heading our way. Given my stirring Russ was up. I told him what was up and that we were going to get a storm. I went to close the windows in the saloon.

Lizzie was already anxious, so there must have been some thunder. I hushed her, closed the windows, and went back to bed. As the storm neared my mind raced. Recall we had issues anchoring? I started to wonder if we did a good enough job should the winds kick up. Russ must have wondered the same. Next thing I know he was checking the drag alarm -- he sets a proximity alarm that will notify us if we move farther than we're supposed to. 

By 2:30 the storms hits, lightning and thunder and rain. We didn't feel any big winds. The dogs, however, were crying. We gave in around 3 am and let them sleep with us, just as the storm passed. Another burst came about an hour later, lighting up the room and raining hard. 
Crab Claw restaurant, St Michaels. Deck at water level.

We got up around 5:30, our normal time these days, fed the dogs and got them to shore. Much to our surprise, the same nuisance high tides that are destroying Tangiers and happening here, too. 

While we weren't traveling far today, we got ourselves organized and headed out around 9:30. We aimed for the Wye River, just across from St. Michaels, and the park on Wye Island.

We set our anchor (flawlessly, I might add) around 11 am. Russ promptly put together his kayak and I made us a small lunch.

Network here is sketching, so this post is going up a day late. More to follow, including many more pictures.

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