I was seriously considering on heading down the ICW again during the fall of 2014, but my loving spouse of more than a half-century said if I did I would be making the trip as a single man - not just single handed. Now, I must say that was a tempting offer, but I thought I shouldn't tempt fate.
One of the things a person quickly learns on a single-handed voyage is there usually isn't a lot of time to shoot photos, especially when the weather gets a bit nasty and you're at the helm for hours on end. Often, there's barely enough time to eat or take care of nature's necessities, let alone shoot photos.
Fortunately, I had company on the way home, which made the trip a lot more enjoyable, at least when we were not ready to kill each other, or throw the other person overboard. Yes, those things can happen on a month-long voyage - even with the best of friends. Consequently, when we finally got home on that cold, windy April 1st afternoon, we were both very happy to be greeted by our spouses and some friends upon our arrival at the dock.
The wind kicked up to about 40 and the temperature quickly fell into the lower 40s as a cold front passed through the region, but I was still able to sail beneath the Railroad Bridge at Havre de Grace.
The next challenge, after lowering the sails, was slowly motoring through tons of logs and other debris that just washed downriver from Conowingo Dam into the lower Susquehanna River where the marina is located.
Docking with a full-keel boat, strong cross wind and a debris filled slip is not much fun, but doable.
Once at the dock, the boat secured, and it was time to celebrate.
Now that fall is rapidly approaching the mid-Atlantic region, I'm yearning to go back to Marathon Key, Boot Key Harbor, and living that leisurely life aboard, drinking an ice cold beer and surrounded by that beautiful, turquoise colored water, sugar white sand, swaying palms and 80-degree temperatures. Makes me wonder - is divorce really all that bad?