Maritime Geothermal

A Pocketful of Miracles
Sometimes when the weather is particularly nasty, or I'm sitting in the office wishing I was sailing, I got in my pocket and pull out my Patuxent River. Look, it's here, let me show you. It's beautiful, is not ita Yes, yes, I know, you can not really see. This is my metaphorical Patuxent River, ridden experience and memory at a time in May during a cruise on the Bay in Annapolis. It took me almost a week to gather all the pieces, but now I can go out whenever I like and admire its green banks and review its kind coves and anchorages and just remember. . . See, there's dirt on this part. (C'mon, just play along, pretend you see it too.) That's when I joined a group of enthusiasts in Jefferson Patterson State Park for a search of the public on the site of a former plantation. And see, here, a few crumbs left by a jumbo sandwich crabcakes Stoney on Broomes Island. Oops, there is a vacuum bottle hidden behind Sam Adams Vera someone miss. Well, it's a beautiful river in search anyway, so I can not get that coffee stain on St. Leonard Creek, no matter how hard I do. Wait, I'll talk to you in an instant. Firstly, I want to show you my favorite place on the River. Let me hold it in place so you can see where he is. Well, now we are looking at the mouth of the river, as if we were in the bay in search of Law before there Solomons Island. You seea Now, forget Solomon, because we're not there. I've been there, you were there. So no, we're not there. Instead, look across the river to the left where the road 4 (Governor Thomas Johnson) bridge descends to earth in the county of St. Mary's. This is where we begin: Town Creek. Who knewa To describe the Patuxent, Solomons guides speak, of course (remember, we're not there) and some sites not much further upstream, such as St. Leonard Creek (we shall return to that) and the plant and cuckold streams, and perhaps Broomes Island. But not Town Creek. However, Town Creek is nearly ideal for cruisers transiting the bay and looking for an pleasant and comfortable. It is also an ideal gateway for a visit to the Patuxent. It is near the mouth of the river, it is easy to enter, it is deep enough inside to anyone and he is friendly, charming and practical. Have I made my pointa Yes, well, Town Creek looked him right in my buddy Hal and I cruise at 17 pm on Friday at the end of May we've rounded up flashing red "4" at the entrance of the creek, gave the shoal warning buoy beyond a wide berth and immediately spotted our goal, Town Creek Point Marina. In truth, it is hard not to find what you are looking for there, because after a short entry, the creek opens into a small bay and is immediately broken down between the Route 4 bridge. On the right are Town Creek Point Marina and adjacent Town Creek Landing Marina. To the left are dozens of fishing boats moored at the wharf that range from small cottage almost every line in this stream. Just beyond the bridge is the very aptly named Boatel California, followed by a strip of land just wide enough for the road from Route 4, then a former post and finally a nice ribbon of coastline with a view magnificent sunset over the Patuxent and the great fishing. On the other hand, perhaps all seemed so good because we had spent the last eight hours of charging in a short steep chop and wildly fluctuating winds on Snipp, my 27-foot Albin Vega. After that, Omaha would have looked good. In addition, it could be that we were somewhat disconcerted by the pilot of new tiller Snipp, which showed a disturbing trend for malicious acts. After an hour of strict adherence to good works, he would suddenly and quietly send us off to Bloody Point or, worse, of Calvert Cliffs. So yes, Town Creek seemed pretty pretty good. Yet to leave.