When I wake up I can hear football commentary and chatter – this is the first time I have heard Alice and Matt up early and it’s because Norwich are playing and they are able to watch it live over the internet. Matt is a Spurs fan so I think it’s really good of him to get up to offer moral support although he may not have had any choice. I think Norwich win.
Ann goes off to the toilet and encounters an example of just how revolting people can be. She opens one of the toilet doors to find one whole wall of the toilet liberally smeared with shit. She beats a hasty retreat, finds another one and when she comes out later from her shower she sees one of the poor marine dock workers going into the toilet of horrors armed with bleach, a hose and brushes. How can people be so disgusting. The shower block facilities here are the best we have seen, plenty of everything, all air conditioned and everything of a high standard. The some cretin comes along and does that.
Ann and I do the laundry. Once again, as there is only one machine, the whole process takes a couple of boring hours and while it is doing I use the shower, giving the now pristine toilet of horrors a wide berth just in case the cleaner missed the tiniest of bits – ugh! I eye everyone up as if they were the culprit – well one of them is!
Mike gets us out of our slip watched by an audience who applaud his skill. It’s always nice when talent is appreciated! Alice and I look at the cruising guide and find a place for the night. We haven’t really got time to get to Baltimore before dark and the guide describes Stony Creek as a nice little anchorage and Nabbs Creek beyond the bridge even better.
Photo: Ann gets her hair done in a French plait by Alice
Mike is convinced that Stony Creek is actually by the side of Pasadena. We have friends who live here and want to see while we are in the area and wonder if they will be able to see Jeannius at anchor. However, he then realises after looking at Google Maps rather than the electronic charts that Pasadena is another 4 miles down the road.
From a distance we can see that the entrance to the creek is right by the side of a coal fired power station. We are really getting the run of the industrial side of Maryland – nuclear power plants, chemical plants and now this. Very pretty.
I guide Mike through the little windy channel into the creek, past the rocks and the wrecks and we arrive in a nice little cove only marred by a complete pratt going round and round in circles in his extremely noisy motor boat causing us to wobble in his wake every time he goes past.
Mike decides not to bother calling the bridge operator to go through to Nabbs Creek. The anchor is set very well and it seems pointless moving as we are nicely protected.
We are the only yacht in the creek and there are just a few houses scattered around around on the south side although a lot more on the north which thankfully block the view of the power plant. There is no mention of shops anywhere and certainly no sight. Ann is down to just 4 cigarettes again. She’ll want us up at first light heading to Baltimore to find some at this rate!
Photo: Ann scans the shore for anywhere that might supply cigarettes
Position: 39 deg 10 min N, 76 deg 31 min W
Distance so far: 2573 miles
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