Keep Calm and Sail On.
That’s the saying on the shirt I wore leaving Avalon and a
motto I should just adopt for the trip. Sunday morning, May 25, was blue sky and
beautiful, the perfect day to begin our journey south. Sue has left us for a
couple days to deliver their car to a sister in Baltimore and we’ll pick her up
there.
Passing the Cape May lighthouse
We all take turns at the helm, learning the navigation system.
Tom makes it look as easy as it sometimes is with auto on.
Several large ships passed us one of which created swells that were about 10-foot high making an exhilarating experience for the crew!
The Wilhelmsen was flying a Swedish flag
We left the Atlantic and
entered the Delaware River after about 30 miles where we saw New Jersey on the
right - oops, that would be starboard – and Delaware on the port side.
Nearing our anchorage in the late afternoon we passed by a nuclear
plant, a prominent feature for miles.
I love knowing that we will
be seeing sunrise and sunsets every day.
Next morning, after doing
yoga on the hardtop and having a practice session for me learning to raise and
lower the anchor, we set out for Baltimore.
Osprey build their nests on buoys
Passing under the Francis
Scott Key Bridge we got a good view of Fort McHenry where Key wrote the “Star
Spangled Banner” during the War of 1812.
Fort McHenry in the distance
We docked in Baltimore.
Storms were brewing and this roller awesome roller cloud brought wind but not much rain.
We had plenty of time here to play tourist. Downtown four historic ships are
displayed: the “Constellation” from
the Civil War; the submarine Torsk
which sank the last enemy vessel of WWII; the Chesapeake from the 1930s; and Coast Guard Cutter Taney, the only warship still afloat
that saw action in Pearl Harbor.
We also toured Fort McHenry. It is quite an experience to be
able to imagine what it would have been like to be in the fort during the
fighting and then also to have seen the fort from the water, imagining what
Francis Scott Key would have seen from that vantage point when he began to
write the first words to the National Anthem. In fact, when we pulled out
Thursday morning, the weather was much like it was on that fateful day –
cloudy, drizzly and chilly.


