Rock Hall and old friends

A day of rest in Chesapeake City.  Slept in. Everyone who had raced up the Delaware Bay with us left in the morning.  Finally seeing the "Quebec Navy" and hearing them on the VHF.
Here we are in the C&D hurrying to get our anchor down before dark set in on Monday night.  We didn't make it.

Yesterday morning, Wednesday, we caught the tide just right, enjoyed a following wind and scooted down to Rock Hall where we tied up to the public wharf.  Dear friend Capt. Richard Owen, Chesapeake Bay Pilot ret'd, came and treated us to dinner.

Today we'll head up to Chestertown and do a bunch of maintenance jobs and spend more time with Dick and Paula Owen.  Rosie's To Do list will always be long and we left Vermont expecting to do a lot of the work during our travels.  Endless repairs and upfits.  She used to need 50 amp service with electric range, microwave and AC refrigeration.  But with propane, DC refrigeration and solar panels, we downsized the service to 30 amp.

A few nights ago, as we enjoyed sundowners (cocktails) in the salon Kathleen commented that Rosie's space is about right and she could envision living in a "tiny house".  I agree.  But in the middle of the Delaware Bay all I could think of was the old Breton prayer with the line "O God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small."