Homemade Sausage Making

On Thursday this week Nancy and I sailed 14 miles down the Bay to the Sassafras river and anchored out for the night. With clear sky and nearly a full moon I was able to open a jar of roast pork and make gravy with onions and frozen mixed veggies wrapped in milk and egg rich thin pancakes.
The sail down was a rollicking ride with good winds and our anchorage was flat calm all night with the nearest boat a quarter mile away. The morning was a totally clear sky. No clouds and no contrails and no other boats in sight. We motored back and saw at a distance no more than 20 boats in four hours until we were in the vicinity of the marinas at Havre de Grace.
Our old sail cover had finally wornout and I made a new one before we started the season. It fits well.

I have always been intrigued by sailing. My experience is limited only to small catamrans though. Always thought it would be neat to just sail off somewhere. Several years ago I had a bad time in life and I came very close to buying one and sailing off into the sunset. Even had one picked out and was in discussions. With my limited knowledge of sailing I probably would have drowned just out of sight of the land but at the time that would have been alright too. Then I met a woman who muddled my mind and anchored my feet to the shore.

Sailing allows us to have water front property will living ten miles inland.

Best of both worlds. I have a friend who shucked it all and sailed around the globe. He just went where ever he got the urge to go. He called me once on a sat phone and he was 200 miles north of Hawaii in the middle of nowhere. From what he told me it sounded like a lot of work with very little sleep. Personally I'd be scared to death to take that on. That sat phone might dial 911 but I don't think help would be forthcoming.

The most dangerous places are the thin spots around the edges. It is incredibly hard to sink a good sailboat. They are often abandoned during a storm and found a thousand miles away still upright and dry.

Oh surrrrre! How would you like to be a land-locked lubber like me? Water is premium here although we've got a big ol' salty lake - so full of salt it's impossible to sink a brick! Yup, ol' pal - I'm jealous.... geeeeze Have some fun while you're young pal! Good on ya!

Best Wishes,
Chuckwagon