Tues Sept 29: Potomac Creek to Colton's Pt Marina

 In which we are strafed by bugs ..

The carnage....oh lord, the carnage.  When we came out on deck there were bug carcasses and BRIGHT green bug poop/blood EVERYWHERE.... The best part about the poop is that is leaves a stain, even when the boat is sprayed down.  It's going to take SCRUBBING.  Remind me again, why are we doing this?

Even better - it was my turn on the anchor chain so, of course, EVERY SINGLE LINK came up muddy.  Grump grump grump .

We headed for Colton's Point Marina, because they can fix our dingy motor, our Meander friends are there, Rick wants to look at it for winter storage and the wind/rain  - - - she is a'comin... 

I was rolling my eyes about the storm that was coming, but then we headed out into the River and saw this:

Have you ever seen the movie, The Day After Tomorrow (I love disaster movies - they are so much more relaxing than day-to-day life right now).  This looked exactly like that, where once you move into the danger zone there is no hope for you:

 

Ack - here we go, under the edge - all blue sky left behind.

 

 It just looked ugly, but it wasn't.  Like a Pit Bull.  It was dark but calm, and we made it to Colton's Pt early, as the current was pushing us along.  There is amazing tide/current even up in DC, so far from the ocean.  Rick thinks that these bodies of water are so big they create their own tides, rather than being pushed by the ocean.  Since we are talking fascinating water facts, in case you were wondering where the VA/MD border line is, MD owns the Potomac to the high tide mark on the VA side.  So I suppose you could be standing on sand in VA at low tide and actually be in MD.  You will thank me someday when this comes up in Trivial Pursuit.

I must say I was proud of my docking at Colton's Marina. So smooth that we didn't need any help with the lines, which was good because the dockhands were all at lunch and not answering our radio call.  Unfortunately, we were in the wrong place and so Rick did a second docking so we could reach the 50 amp power. His was more complicated, yet still smooth, but I am taking points away because there were two dock hands to help by that time.

In the middle of nowhere (as we so often are), in a worn-down marina (ditto), there was lovely piano music issuing from somewhere.  I knew that meant our friends Carolyn and Lynn were around, and Carolyn was playing the piano!

It may be no-where, but the two marina owners were fully focused on customer service.  The second we docked a dingy motor expert was at hand, as they had heard our plea for marriage - saving mechanical skill.  Dirty carburetor - FIXED!!!!  Remember that I was pretty sure magic wasn't going to fix it.  Just sayin' ....

Off we went to drinks and snacks with our friends from Meander.  Gin and tonic was involved so I can't remember much more...

So I'm going to leave you with the boat name of the week.  This really makes me giggle...  Can you have a second swan song???  This is as good as the boat we say which was names Last Chance III.