There were plenty of anchorages to choose from once we were inside Solomon’s Island harbor (many lined with marinas), but Mill Creek was too charming to resist, so we dropped the hook smack dab in the middle of it. It was a small, little tree-lined bay populated with very nice houses, all possessing there own docks, boat houses, etc., and of course, interesting (to us) boats. We stayed for 2 nights, then moved on to Cobb Island, arriving in the early evening.
We anchored in 8 feet of water (whew!) and went ashore for happy hour at The Pirate’s Cove. Once we ventured onto the harbor-view patio (away from the eardrum splitting juke box) we were greeted by the friendly, colorful people of this small water-based community. There were the two on the rail, working on their most recent of many, many beers—a weathered, scarred waterman and his heavily-tattooed biker friend. The first commented that we tied up our dinghy just the way he does, then, remembering his manners, held out his hand and said “Duffy, my name’s Duffy.” Bill took his hand and said his name, then the fellow nodded saying, “Well, same as me. William Duffy’s the name.” He was a commercial crab fisherman, and had many interesting stories about work and misadventures, but for all his roughness, he was a kind fellow. Then, we were greeted by the deeply-tanned, short-shorted self-described “Social Director” of Cobb Island (nursing-director was her day job). So, our happy hour was just that, about an hour long and very happy. We merrily motored back to Songbird for dinner and a quiet evening.
Next day ... Mattawoman, where we spotted a bald eagle hunting for dinner and heard the call of blue herons. They sound sort of like a pterodactyl might have, eons ago.
Friday morning, 9/12, we weighed anchor and headed up the Potomac River, arriving in the Washington, D.C. channel that afternoon. When we dinghied to the marina, we were greeted by many of Bill’s cronies at the Capital Yacht Club. We’ll be here for a few weeks to visit friends and family and to wait out the hurricane season before heading offshore, toward St. Thomas, USVI.
Photos: Homes & their boats along Mill Creek; below video of Songbird on the move.
Next day ... Mattawoman, where we spotted a bald eagle hunting for dinner and heard the call of blue herons. They sound sort of like a pterodactyl might have, eons ago.
Friday morning, 9/12, we weighed anchor and headed up the Potomac River, arriving in the Washington, D.C. channel that afternoon. When we dinghied to the marina, we were greeted by many of Bill’s cronies at the Capital Yacht Club. We’ll be here for a few weeks to visit friends and family and to wait out the hurricane season before heading offshore, toward St. Thomas, USVI.
Photos: Homes & their boats along Mill Creek; below video of Songbird on the move.
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