Archive for December, 2010

Sometimes when the weather is particularly bad, or am I want to sit in the office, I was sailing, I got in my bags and my Patuxent River. You see, it’s here, let me show you. It’s nice, is not it? Yes, yes, I know you can not really see. This is my metaphorical Patuxent River, riding experience and memory of a time in May during a cruise on the Bay in Annapolis. It took me almost a week to collect all the parts, but now I can go whenever I like and admire its green banks and verification of its kind bays and anchorages, and just remember. . . See, there is dirt on this part. (Come on, just play along, you do it too.) That’s when I joined a group of enthusiasts in Jefferson Patterson State Park for a search of the public on the grounds of a former plantation. And behold, here are a few crumbs from a jumbo sandwich Crabcakes Stoney rely on Broomes Island. Sorry, there is a vacuum bottle hidden behind Sam Adams Vera miss someone. Well, it’s a beautiful river in search anyway, so I can not get that coffee stain on St. Leonard Creek, no matter how hard. Wait, I’ll talk to you in an instant. First I would like to show you my favorite place on the River. Let me hold it in, so that you can see where he is. Well, now we are looking at the mouth of the river, as if we were in the bay in search of law before it Solomons Iceland. See? Well, forget Solomon, because we are not there. I’ve been there, you were there. So no, we are not there. Instead, look over the river to the left where the road 4 (Governor Thomas Johnson) bridge down to earth in the province of St. Mary’s. This is where we begin: Town Creek. Who would have thought? To describe the Patuxent, Solomons guides speak, of course (remember, we are not there) and some sites not much further upstream, such as St. Leonard Creek (we shall return to this later) and the plant and cuckold streams, and perhaps Broomes Iceland. But not Town Creek. However, Town Creek is almost ideal for cruisers traveling through the bay and looking for a pleasant and comfortable. It is also an ideal starting point for a visit to the Patuxent. It is near the mouth of the river, it is easy to enter, it is deep enough in each, and he is friendly, charming and practical. I have my views? Yes, well, Town Creek, he looked directly into my buddy and I Hal cruise by 17 clock on Friday sent the end of May and we are flashing red “4″ at the entrance of the bay, rounded gave the shoal warning about a wide berth buoy and immediately discovered our goal, Town Creek Point Marina. In truth it’s hard not to find what you are looking for it, because after a short entry, the creek opens into a small bay and is immediately broken down between the Route 4 bridge. On the right are Town Creek Point Marina and the adjacent Town Creek Marina Landing. On the left, dozens of fishing boats are moored at the quay, which range from small house almost every line in this stream. Just beyond the bridge is named aptly Boatel California, followed by a strip of land just wide enough for the path from Route 4, then a coaching inn, and finally a nice ribbon of coastline overlooking stunning sunset over the Patuxent and the big fish . On the other hand, maybe all seemed so good because we hack into the last eight hours of charging in a short, steep, and had spent heavily fluctuating winds on Snipp, my 27-foot Albin Vega. After that Omaha would have looked good. In addition, it could be that we are somewhat disturbed by the pilot of the new router Snipp, which showed a disturbing trend in malicious activities were. After an hour, the strict adherence to good works, he would suddenly and quietly gone worse for us Bloody Point or, even, of Calvert Cliffs. So yes, Town Creek seemed pretty pretty good. But from the beginning, it has earned its reputation. Before we called and got our tracking number (and the access code utmost importance for the living room and showers) Owner’s Town Creek Point Marina, Buddy Winslow weekend crew of a stand at the Patuxent Air geothermal plants for his business. As we drove, the films in search of our series, Dale Dean drifted to his craft and makes us sign as he was more like Porter Wagoner Grand Ole Opry on a marina dock, the effect was the same. . . and much more interesting. As we descended define our lines, we admired the barge. Dean, he loved himself, but the market for a bigger, now that his girlfriend had recently run the disk space. We admire the boat docked next to us, which proved to be a 1957 37 foot Alden ketch with a man named Dean Snyder to put its head to tell us that conceived belonging he was in shape for the past fifteen years in the to get meantime, has amassed a collection of world-class DVD to their library. Do we want to borrow one. . . or both? Snyder left the next day with a family member to watch the Flyers, along with 5,000 other boats. Good luck with that, I thought. Well, the only way the entire stay in Town Creek was left. If someone came by two clock in the morning, work and noticed that since you tied up, it checks to make sure you had the line allows enough back to enhance night before the flood. Everyone was polite, helpful and curious, I do not think they get many places. Here’s an example: Winslow and his wife Jackie are the addition of an ice machine at the yacht harbor, but only to be nice because they do not intend to put the ice. They are good for the environment as well, planting native grasses along the coast and make their experience into practice in their house and lounge on the upper floor of the geothermal slipholders “that comes with two showers and flat-screen TV pssst! (I know where I rent some DVDs.) In the coming days, so we do not sail or at anchor for the night in a stream or another, we went across the city is Point, told us, was largely in the 1940s and 1950s by pensioners and people from organizations in the marine region rife settled. Holiday Tidy, with a series of extravagant clumps of hydrangeas line the town two or three streets dressed. Unfortunately, the bank is my metaphorical Patuxent a bit blurry at points. No, it was not time. You see, my friend Hal had to leave sailing the next day while my husband Rick to take on lower, so to speak. The next morning we smelled Snipp from Town Creek to begin our journey on the river. Once we pulled away from the earth, wind snapped up by 15 knots, gusting 20, we return (southwest), to us a good shot in the middle of the channel from the Patuxent. We look forward to the main reef, which we are more comfortable, then the genoa rolled and swayed in the northwest to the upstream head to be understood. wind filled the sails, and before Jack Robinson say we were under the central span of 300 feet above the bridge of Route 4 skimming. We tightened up the veil as a result of Clear Point Patience to starboard and blinked in disbelief, as the researchers recorded 102 meters. The Patuxent is not one of your rivers of the shallow bay. After that we relaxed the sails and settled in a long and steep side wind, spilling a bit of wind in the gusts, but other than a slight hand holding on the counter to prevent the boat from the Borough in the wind. I felt a little like one bewildered by one symbol, accompanied by carefully in orange grease pencil on the map for further inquiry whistled to port and starboard. It seemed a shame, but woe to the sailor who mess with a perfect starting point sail a boat well balanced with a steady wind. Not with me! Consequently, the input stream and Mill cuckold, anchor these motifs popular for local and transient boating clubs and home very well, although non-transient Blackstone blur Marina soon in a passed. I do not remember whether I desire also to Rick, it reported. It is clearly in the OH-yeah- this-is-what-all-about-sailing area anyway, and not open to comments, especially the variety of marketing services. Shortly thereafter, I was pretty sure I saw the dock Sotterly Plantation, where you have to value these visit historically significant mansion built in the early 19th century can. But maybe not. There are a number of beautiful old houses, but significant uncertifiably along the banks of the Patuxent scattered, and (I know this is heresy to some) a beautiful historic house can seem like the other to be. On the other side of the river, I could see some boats already passed in the St. Leonard Creek, probably adorned on the way to a quick lunch and sun screen tapers Vera Mai Tai at White Sands Beach Club. “We will come back, I whispered in my breathing St. Leonard passed quickly on the stern. The sandy shore just past St. Leonard is due to short T breakwater off the beach two miles long interrupted at Jefferson Patterson State Park and Museum. These short stone piers were built to protect the banks while the sand and grass to get the appropriate mix of wildlife. “I’ll be back,” I promised. Broomes Iceland Iceland-Creek home of Bernie Fowler, a guardian angel on the Patuxent River in tennis shoes-soon in sight Hove. The building was already back home in the creek after their morning rounds. As we slipped silently through the island (the graph looks like for everyone as the head of a pterosaur, and is probably as old), I thought by suggesting that we attach to Stoney’s Seafood House for lunch and one of her famous Crabcakes cannon ball, but quickly his opinion changed. It would have to wait. The next place we do not stop did was Battle Creek, about three miles beyond the Broome Iceland and on the same side of the River. I was particularly looking forward to the stream, moving north at about three or four miles before losing steam in discovering the Battle Creek Cypress bald. The highlight of this park is 100 hectares, a quarter mile walk or plastic timber, characterized by some of the weirdest landscapes you probably this side of the Atchafalaya to see Louisiana. The expression “Let not help you Skeeter” was probably invented here in Battle Creek Cypress. I got off that bridge before, and I can tell you that before you swear are half way there creatures who look at you are behind each knee cypress semisubmersible. And this place has a lot of cypress knees. It’s a beautiful place to visit, but my advice is to be applied to insect repellent and keep moving, because we quickly checked a few miles over the bridge Route 231 and the batteries from the Chalk Point power more and more about the bank. reduced, the white point, which opened in 1964 and is the largest of Maryland, burns coal, gas and oil it to get through a 51-mile pipeline from the manufacturers of Mirant Corp. in Piney Point on the Potomac River. The bridge has a clear height of 16 feet only, but opened with a call to open the bridge. At the foot of the bridge on the right side of Calvert County, is Exodus Point. one on the left side, the short distance from the coast to Patuxent Charles County, is the town of Pope Benedict, once a center of activity for the oyster industry of the river and now a backwater fascinating country on stilts over the water, boats and work a pinch of marinas, particularly for shallow-draft boats. For those looking for a dinner or a sandwich with Ray Pier, temporary dockage for projects of up to five meters may end bays DeSoto’s Landing Marina is next door found. Ray is in the shadow of a large and venerable plane tree, is clearly a master of survival in a place that has more than its share of storms and floods. Needless to say, we do not have seen everything, and we don ‘did not cross the bridge. Instead, we have to go to reach Snipp nose through the wind and went on a bar in the opposite direction. I do not fight. The river above Chalk Point is a marvel to look at, as I discovered on a previous trip boat. It significantly beyond the power lines, which are suspended from the factory to the opposite bank and s reduced ‘then installed in miles and miles of nature, as intended, sometimes by small institutions, which, as Benedict, appear the remains of an accessory but living maritime history of long interrupted, and I assume that “they are. In a small motor boat, canoe, kayak or canoe, the upper river is worth the trip. But all cruises have limits and there was need to accumulate even faster again than the mud after a storm.’s why some of my side of Patuxent is unclear. But on the other side of St. Leonard Creek, my beautiful and strong. This is because the wind has slowed down as much as we at the entrance for the second time because, and finally I could say.. “Hey let’s go get a place to anchor and then go to Vera” And so are we We rounded red flashing “14″, then green “1″, take the time to port to the swarm of Peterson’s Point spent, then Mackall entrance to the port, the first of several excellent anchorages on the stream to avoid. We have dropped the hook in a duck blind behind a trawler and two boats near the top of Saw Pit Cove. It was a busy place, but we wanted at a distance canoe-Vera, that its white turrets and newly renovated harbor, we see the bottom could to the river. We paid the price with a lot of boat wakes waterskiiers, wake boarders and visitors Vera until well after dark, but after the splendid isolation by our suppliers and sank the company of other boaters enjoy a beautiful day on the water was not worth it. Saint-Léonard is famous among local boaters and cruisers like for their beauty. In fact, sitting in Vera, in the dusk and look past its plastic palm trees and fountains-Venus marked Botticelli-type on the terrace for the alternating points of the country below the scene, I noticed I was like no doubt hundreds of cruisers in front of me by the combination of stopping the absurdity and the beauty of the scene Vera were presented. Then, like hundreds before me, I shrugged and said another cold beer. So, what’s so funny on a Polynesian resort on a river in the middle of Maryland, after all? The next morning, before St. Leonard Creek on the left, we drove around exploring coves and a quiet anchorage for some future use. It was during this tour that Rick has forgotten that the furnace spilled gimbals only part-time and three quarters of a pot of hot coffee carpet in the cabin. We dithered Saint-Léonard to the left and on the river for a few hours that day, but the wind was heavy and the clouds were building in the West, so we gave Mill Creek a quick tour, then to Town Creek back. Rick has this week started before the rain, he could return to his work the next day. Almost before the dust settles, however, my daughter Kristina, was prepared to turn on the Patuxent. Ah, I thought, Crabcakes with visions of dancing in my head, here is a young woman to eat! why love is not to experience surprise, not only because I am already playing on the bread crumbs near Broomes Iceland has to say Stoney was our first stop. The center Island Creek, which runs along the east side of the island Broomes is plenty deep enough for any boat, but along the bottom edges just quickly. So Kristen and I time we arrived near Stoney tide had just to be safe we have enough water … and time to do a good job. Fortunately, we have at the beginning of the cycle for lunch, so we filled out a table request with breathtaking views of the bay. Soon all the other tables were occupied, and Stoney waitresses were everywhere at once stacked with trays of crab-related dishes. Call it lack of imagination or call to keep things simple, I went directly to the colossal sandwich Crabcakes. Kristen chose the Crabcakes and corn plate cob. I could not finish my part, but fortunately it was to help Kristen. The girls are such a comfort. Long before the tide began to run on the creek, we were back on the river and led Jefferson-Patterson Park, my second favorite on the Patuxent. you can not find it in guidebooks, but Jefferson Patterson Park and Museum is accessible by boat. I have it on good authority the park director Mike Smolek himself, in this summer when it was in Mackall on the Hunter 40 anchored. Although cruisers not to dock at the facility only park that comes from Morgan State University allowed in possession, they are invited to anchor and take a boat to the beach. Smolek Mackall recommends course to establish it as a place and Peterson Point, just around the corner and the Patuxent heard as a good place on the beach at the Annex. But other beaches in the park to the state would continue to do well because it secure around a track that leads to the visitor center, or in is the barn of the farm-engine or were Native American settlement rebuilt. The breakwater in the form of T is also a good protection against wind and waves. dinghied Kristen and I end up in canoes and kayaks launch site, which is also near the Indian village , a war of 1812 pages and a few hiking trails. We see pretty quickly that it would be difficult to find a place in this extraordinary park to find not been touched by the story would be if there is evidence of prehistoric settlement, plantations 18 . century or 19th century conflict. Even the buildings are historic in their own way. The park with the same name, Jefferson Patterson, a diplomat of the Ohio-born, the property bought in 1932 for use as an experimental farm. He asked the Architects to 26 buildings Gertrude Sawyer-houses and farm building design, for the property, he called his wife, war correspondent and photojournalist Mary Breckenridge Patterson, Point Farm. Many of these buildings survive, as the park visitor center, life as the show began barn converted. But it was the realization that the couple had to donate a unique piece of property that Mary Patterson inspired purchased at the State of Maryland in 1983. She knew that he immensely rich in artifacts and he wanted kept safe for the study be. In fact, until today, after 20 years of excavations, archaeologists museum feel, less than one percent, which explores buried nearly 600 acres. That is one reason why the state’s archaeological museum here is a remarkable collection of artifacts from created has locations across the country. Kristen and I spent a happy afternoon, walking the trails, the landscape admire constantly flow through the trees and trying to resist the temptations of the gift shop. J had ‘one more thing I wanted in the park do, but I could not tell for the life of me, join Kristen. The next day I left walking the streets or watching a video point in the living room, while my best Indiana Jones fedora-well, my asshole hat veil and returned to the flow to Peterson’s Point. This is the day I got the dirt around the corner from my Patuxent. I went in search of buried treasure. not on my own, of course, but within the park public archeology program, which allows them the road away for people to get like me and dirty with screening all artifacts. arriving at nine clock in the morning, I joined a small group of volunteers, including a family of five. Firstly, Maryland Historical Trust Administrator Ed Chaney, we gathered in the shade of some trees dig near to and said that we are working on the site of a neighborhood in the early 18th century slaves on a property that belonged to Richard Smith had, Senior Attorney General of Maryland. researchers said especially lucky with the Smith property, Chaney because it was part of a long border dispute and bitterness in the late 18th century. One of the things that came from this controversy, a detailed map showing the exact location of all buildings, fields and boundaries. archaeologist If this card with a modern and could long sites to identify lost since. How does the site slave quarters was originally formed. After the grid has been constructed and the digging began, evidence of post holes were in the vicinity discovered both. terminated after Chaney’s speech had, he has provided us went to the care of three archaeologists summer, the park, we immediately work on the screening buckets of sand on a barrel looking for something other than dirt. And damn, if you see enough shovels Earth, similar to a nuclear-size bricks of the 18 back. century vein. Compete, Indy pits “us and sifted and sorted and chatted. It was fantastic and everyone was a great moment. One of the advantages that had Annette Cook, who has a degree in archeology at the University of West Florida moved into the territory a year ago, when her husband for the Navy in Patuxent near Naval Air Station transfer. “I thought I was in heaven,” she said, before moving to Jefferson Patterson work. Off Street volunteers, Sandra Bell, on the other hand, has a Ph.D. in analytical chemistry and is retired from the FDA. They completed the course in the park flint napping and I learned basket weaving in the village of India. Now she was excited dragging the screen after screen on the dirt in search of … well, nothing. It was established as a volunteer member of the family Gilly Wyatt, an activity that comes with its own reward system. Sometimes mid-afternoon, I felt sufficiently rewarded and return to the ship, then to Town Creek. Kristen left this afternoon, and I “I had the arrival of my friend John, who drove to Florida to prepare me for the Potomac sails. We had a great time, and I even bring back another river. But, hey, this is a another story, and I see that the weather cleared and the wind freshened. So if you’ll excuse me now, I think I will slip back into my bag Patuxent and sailing. If you want to? come

see, there’s dirt on this part. (Come on, just play along, you do it too.) This is where I joined a group of enthusiasts in Jefferson Patterson State Park for a search of the public on the grounds of a former plantation. And behold, here are a few crumbs from a submarine on Crabcakes Broomes Iceland Stoney left. Sorry, there is to miss a vacuum bottle behind Sam Adams Vera someone hiding. So, it’s a beautiful river in search of the anyway, so I can not get that coffee stain on the river Saint-Léonard, no matter how hard I am.

knew who describe Patuxent speaking guide Solomons, of course (remember, we are not there) and some sites not much further upstream, such as St. Leonard Creek (we shall return to this later) and plants cuckold and streams and can be Broomes Iceland. But not Town Creek. However, Town Creek is almost ideal for cruisers traveling through the bay and looking for a pleasant and comfortable. It is also an ideal gateway to visit the Patuxent. It is near the mouth of the river, is to give simple, it is deep enough in each and it is user friendly, charming and practical. I have my point of view

On the other hand, maybe all seemed so good because we had to chop the last eight hours to charge against the wind in the short, steep and vary greatly spent on Snipp, my 27-foot Albin Vega. After that Omaha would have looked good. Moreover, it is possible that we were a little worried by the pilot of the new router Snipp, which showed a disturbing trend in malicious activities. After an hour, the strict adherence to good works, he would send suddenly and quietly