Days 199-200 Back on the Chesapeake Bay

Friday morning was beautiful. We were supposed to have light winds and decided to just do an over-niter to get home. Chris had taken a vacation day from work and was hoping to sail across to Tangier and then into home sweet home. We left around 9am and had a pretty smooth run out of Norfolk, Va. However once out into the bay the wind kicked up. We were almost on a beam reach, and the chop just got nasty. We decided to just sail up to Mojack Bay, and anchor in the East River. It ended up being a beautiful little place to anchor and good protection from SE winds. We were both a little bummed we didn't have better conditions to get home, but hey it was Friday night we were actually back on our Bay, and we had the weekend to get home.

Saturday started out with very little wind, Chris sailed off the anchor and we were gonna try again to get across the bay. Nope.... damn wind and chop got angry. 6-7 ft chop, and 25knots of wind. Screw that it would take us forever to get home... so we decided to go to a marina in Deltaville, Va. We ended up at Fishing Bay Harbor Marina ... we thought we would get home so beers and smokes were now all gone. Lou the man who runs the marina gave Chris a ride to get said supplies... this man understood the importance of our sanity at this point. Then we immediately made a few new dock friends, and started drinking. Who would have thought that getting 40miles to get home could be so difficult. Chris insisted that if we couldn't get home tomorrow he was renting a car, and going by land...hahaha. Deltaville is a nice rural kind of place. The stores and restaurants surrounding the marinas will provide transportation to and from their establishments.... very nice. We found that out by walking the mile and a half to Toby's restaurant, and then our waitress gave us a ride back.... now thats good service. The walk was interesting to get there anyway, the recent tornado that went thru there just scooped up houses. Nothing left but foundations and snapped and  jagged trees. Biggest hit was the big brick church that now is just ruins. No one was killed there and  everything  can be rebuilt. After our oogle at wooden boats, drinking with the dock people, nice evening walk, and dinner we hit the hay .... we were going home on Sunday no matter what. It has now been 200 days on a 30ft boat and one hell of a time.

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