This was a lovely weekend to be out on the water. Temperatures in the 60's F and reasonably good breezes, even if the down drafting gusts were pretty crazy.
In my religious tradition, we set aside the anniversary of a person's passing as a day of rememberance for that person. Its amoungst other rituals, it is traditional to visit the gravesite for that person on that day, . This week was the anniversary of my mother's passing. Mom had her ashes spread in the Chesapeake Bay and as is my annual tradition, I sailed out to the waypoint where her ashes were spread. It was meant to be a quick and quiet daysail. As I typically do, I hove to and spend some time in quiet contemplation.
Afterward, as I had planned, I sailed into sail into Annapolis to top up my fuel tanks for the winter. I was surprised that the fuel docks in the harbor were closed, I decided not to go around to Back Creek and try the other one.
Saturday there was an extremely low tide. I suspect I may have been cutting through the silt to get out of Mill Creek since my depth sounder read almost a foot less than Synergy's draft. I thought that I was going out on a rising tide, but the whole time that I was out sailing the tide continued to drop. Somehow I managed to get back into the creek even if the depth sounder readings were really scary.