Beer Barrel Put In Bay

A Pocketful of Miracles
Sometimes when the weather is particularly unpleasant, or I'm sitting in the office wishing I was sailing, I got in my pocket and pull out my Patuxent River. Look, it's here, let me show you. It's beautiful, is not it? Yes, yes, I know you can not really see. This is my metaphorical Patuxent River, conducted an experiment and a memory both in May during a cruise on the Bay Annapolis. It took me almost a week to gather all the pieces, but now I can leave whenever I want and admire its green banks and revise its lovely coves and anchorages and remember. . . See, there's dirt on this part. (C'mon, just play along, pretend to see too.) That's when I joined a group of enthusiasts in Jefferson Patterson State Park for a search of the public on the site of a former plantation. And see, here, a few crumbs left by a jumbo crabcake sandwich Stoney on Broomes Island. Beware, there is an empty Sam Adams bottle Hidden behind Vera someone miss. Well, it's a beautiful appearance of the river anyway, so I can not get coffee stains of St. Leonard Creek, no matter how hard I try. Wait, I'll talk to you in a moment. Firstly, I want to show you my favorite place on the River. Let me hold it in place so you can see where he is. Well, now we are looking at the mouth of the river, as if we were in the bay looking in. Right before there Solomons Island. You see? Now forget Solomon, because we're not going there. I've been there, you've been there. So no, we're not going there. Instead, look across the river to the left, where Route 4 (Governor Thomas Johnson) Bridge descends on earth in the county of St. Mary's. This is where we begin: Town Creek. Who knew? To describe the Patuxent, the guides speak Solomon, of course (remember, we're not going there) and upload a few places not far beyond, as St. Leonard Creek (back to) and a factory and streams cuckold, and perhaps Broomes Island. But not Town Creek. However, Town Creek is almost ideal for cruisers transiting the bay and looking for an pleasant and comfortable. It is also an ideal gateway for a tour of the Patuxent. It is near the mouth of the river, it is easy to enter, it is deep enough inside to anyone and it is friendly, charming and pedestrian. Have I made my point of view? Yes, well, Town Creek looked him right in my friend Hal and I cruise at 5 pm on Friday at the end of May, we rounded flashing red "4" at the entrance of the creek, gave the top-bottom warning buoy beyond a wide berth and immediately spotted our target, Town Creek Point Marina. In truth, it is difficult not to find what you're looking for here, since after a short entry, the creek opens into a small bay and is immediately broken down by the Highway 4 bridge. To the right are Town Creek Point Marina and adjacent Town Creek Landing Marina. To the left are dozens of fishing boats moored at the dock that extends almost all the small cottages that line the creek. Just after the bridge is fishing excellently appointed Boatel California, followed by a strip of land just wide enough for the road from Route 4, then an old roadhouse and finally a beautiful ribbon of coastline with a magnificent sunset view Sunrise on the Patuxent and the Great. On the other hand, perhaps it all looked so good because we had spent the last eight hours of charging in a short steep chop and wild fluctuations in winds Snippe, 27-foot Albin Vega my. After that, Omaha would have looked good. Also it may be that we were a bit flummoxed by the new driver bar Snippe, which showed a disturbing pattern of malice. After one hour of adhering strictly to the right, he would have suddenly and quietly send to Bloody Point or, worse, of Calvert Cliffs. So yes, Town Creek looked pretty good. Yet.