In the weeks before we actually left on our current adventure, Bob and I would discuss our anticipated schedule. We both thought for sure that we would cruise into Chesapeake Bay by mid August and here it was August 29, the start of the Labor Day weekend ending the summer, and we have only made it as far as Atlantic City! Expectations can be a dangerous thing in life, particularly on a boat, so we have adopted the attitude of Alfred E. Newman of Mad Magazine fame of, "What, me worry?" We have a general plan and we are moving forward! So what if we aren't where we thought we would be?
Having no regrets about leaving Atlantic City after two nights and one full day in the Las Vegas of the east, we motored through the channel of Absecon Inlet and into the open ocean. Sun flickered off the gilded onion top domes of Trump's Taj Mahal as we bid good riddance to this fair city. I just don't get the attraction of the gambling lifestyle. The six hour, 38 nautical mile trip to South Jersey Marina in Cape May went delightfully uneventfully. Bob skillfully glided Velomer's stern into our slip where we stayed for Friday and Saturday nights. During the day on Saturday we biked into town to get a taste of the flavor of Cape May and to re-provision at Acme supermarket right in downtown. It was a typical tourist-town-at-the-height-of-the-Labor-Day-weekend event with heavy traffic and wall-to-wall people, not my idea of a good time. On our return trip next spring as we start the Great Loop, I will make a point to revisit this charming town when less traffic is afoot.
On Sunday, we awoke early and got underway shortly after dawn on our journey heading north up Delaware Bay toward Delaware City on the east side of the C&D Canal, our gateway to Chesapeake Bay. Dawn on the water is magical. The rising sun kisses your face, the birds greet the day, and the surface of the water mirrors the sky above. This Sunday was no different. As we progressed, the day got cloudy and haze decreased visibility so that land disappeared from sight. I initially found this a bit unsettling but was confident that the land was still there. A few presses on the zoom-out button on the GPS unit confirmed my belief. Seven hours and 54 nautical miles later, we maneuvered onto the face dock at Delaware City Marina expertly guided by the capable directions of Tim, the dock master who intimately knows the tricky tides and currents that haunt his docks.
We spent the next two full days and three nights in Delaware City enjoying the local flavor including the crab imperial at Crabby Dick's restaurant which I wasn't particularly fond of (why ruin perfectly fine crab with breadcrumbs and cheese?), Cordelia's Bakery serving the best chicken salad imaginable, reading up on the history of Pea Patch Island, visiting the old C&D Canal and catching up on laundry. Delaware City's reason for existence was the construction of the original C&D Canal which began in fits and starts and was finally completed in 1829 at the astronomical cost at the time of $3.5 million. The purpose of the canal was to shorten the travel distance between Chesapeake Bay and the city of Philadelphia by some 300 miles. The original canal, privately constructed, was 14 miles long, 10 feet deep and 66 feet wide and included four locks. Teams of mules and horses provided the power to tow freight and passengers. Steamships replaced the mules and horses. In 1919, the canal was purchased by the federal government. In the mid 1920s, the eastern entrance to the canal was moved from Delaware City to Reedy Point, its current location. Delaware City has never quite regained the predominance it once enjoyed as the eastern terminus of the canal. Over the years, the canal was been widened, deepened and otherwise improved to its current 450 feet wide and 35 feet deep, plenty of berth for passing barges and Velomer.
Blue bridge over the C&D Canal |
Ospreys nesting on channel markers |
We have spent the last two weeks exploring the eastern shore of the bay spending time in Georgetown on the Sassafras River, Rock Hall on the Swan River and Oxford on the Tred Avon River interrupted by a trip back to Maine on business. We could easily spend months exploring the nooks and crannies of this wonderful area. We look forward to more exploration.
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