Lower Chesapeake Tour Part 3

“Nude Sailing Morning”

The next morning I woke up disoriented, and it took me a moment to figure out where I was crashed. I crawled from my tiny burrow and poked my head out of the cabin.

Couldn’t ask for more

It was gorgeous! Warm and sunny, just beautiful. I was excited to get up top and look around. I still had on my sweatpants and shirt from the night before. It was pretty chilly overnight. We didn’t run the heater thought, because I actually like it cold.

I definitely didn’t need sweat clothes, in fact, I didn’t need any clothes. There wasn’t a soul around. Well, there were some huge freighters far off on the bay, but we were like ants to them.

Brian already had coffee made and waiting for me. I shed my clothes and went up top into the sun. Brian was taken back, but also smiling, “those ships have giant binoculars.”

You’re naked.

“Good, let them look. Might be the best part of their day.”

“Could be”, he responded, shaking his head.

I ran around the boat taking pictures. It was such a freeing moment, and I got such a kick out of it. So did Brian. We pulled anchor and set saiI, no motor needed. I blew up some balloons and did eventually put on my swimsuit as we got closer to Thimble Shoal Lighthouse.

There were a few boats around, and we even saw some nut jump off his boat and swim in the bay. I did consider it, because my skin was on fire, but I knew the water had to be freezing. Hard pass.

From the lighthouse we headed to Hampton, VA. I cooked scrambled eggs in route. It was one of the most challenging cooking experiences I’ve ever had. I couldn’t keep my balance even though we weren’t in rough water. Just cruising at 4 mph tossed me around and I crashed my shoulders and legs in galley. It took me 20 minutes to cook 6 eggs, and they were worth every bump I endured.

As we ate our breakfast, a scary “kill you dead ship” passed by looking intimating as hell next to our tiny sailboat. Our boat seems HUGE in the driveway, but not so much next to these enormous ships. Go US Navy!!

We already had a slip booked for the night, and tried fishing as we sailed, but caught nothing. I couldn’t wait to get back on land and explore Hampton. There was a restaurant I researched that had rave reviews. My enthusiasm waned a bit when I learned I picked a place 1.5 miles away. I already was boiling inside my skin. But, Brian said, “come on, it will be fun.”

Coming soon Part 4. Where’s the Damn Shade?

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If you enjoyed this post, check out the full series starting here!

Lower Chesapeake Tour Part 2

“Things Got Choppy”

We headed out of the Fox Hill dock area, and motored our way through the channel. I HATE having anything to do with the motor. I don’t mind handling the rudder for short periods of time, but the motor is more responsibility then I wish to take on. I should not be in charge of handling anything that can possibly cause me to panic and crash our sailboat. And sink. This is relevant later.

Once we cleared the channel, Brian raised the sails. For some reason, the main sail wouldn’t go all the way up. But, it was breezy, and we had no problem catching the wind.

Almost fully open sail

There were wind gusts up to 20 mph, and certainly created excitement on our part. We saw dolphins, not just swimming, but playing in the water. Or, maybe they were eating fish, also a possibility, as Brian explained to me. I knew that, but I’m my head they WERE PLAYING. That made our afternoon.

With the 750lb keel dropped, we sailed across the bay. Or, you could say, we were tossed about like a piece of cork. I had taken a pill for motion sickness to avoid feeding the fish over the side of the boat.

It wasn’t working. 🤢

I decided to see if I felt better by trying out my new boat bed.

He had bought a queen memory foam for the bow and a twin for the galley, cutting them to size. Here’s a picture of us putting sheets on the mattress and trying it out at home. They worked fantastic, making sleeping in the boat tolerable.

There was stuff everywhere, from all the tossing about. I had to clear the short path to the bow, and even our 5 gallon water bottle had fallen over. The water pump was off the top, pouring water INTO the boat. After setting it on the floor, I attempted to mop up what was right in the path, while yelling to Brian that the water spilled. He replied, “okay” and stayed focused on his destination to fish.

I crawled in and turned around so my head was facing the correct direction this time. I’m new, okay? Certainly makes more sense to put my head away from the bow. It’s a tiny place to sleep, but I called dibs.

Instead of having a table, we just kept it down as Brian’s sleeping area. He’s about 5 feet away from me at night. He snores, but in my bed, my head is at a toilet, separated by a thin, plywood panel. I’ll take the toilet. It doesn’t smell or snore.

After about an hour into the sail, I came back up and asked how much longer until we got to where he wanted to fish. His answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear, as we still had about 2 plus hours, to go.

He asked if I wanted to turn around and warned it would be “with the wind” and even choppier, but much faster then completing the sail across. “Yeah, back is good.”

And, it was decided.

He goes below to visit the potty. It’s portable and works great in the boat. We did take the door off the bathroom. It was annoying and unnecessary. You have to “back in” and it’s much smaller then on an airplane or bus. The walls flex as they are only attached at the top and bottom and they waves at time caused me to brace myself as best possible, without busting down the walls.

If we have guests, they’ll have to get used to the idea of no bathroom door. Also, that clothes are optional. But, that’s later in my story. 😱

Brian comes back up and said “yeah we do need to turn around. I could tell by his voice it had nothing to do with me already deciding we were turning around. What’s up I asked.

He said “there’s some water in the boat and I’m gonna have to check that.” I said, “baby, I told you our water bottle fell over.” He answered, “Oh yeah, that’s right. That’s really, fucking good we’re not taking on water. I was concerned.”

I just didn’t have words.

We turned, and the sails filled with air. God said “let’s have some fun with these two idiots out in their little sailboat on the bay” and off we went. 9 mph doesn’t seem fast, unless you’re on a sailboat, tilted to one side, and asking yourself, “Is this fun?”

Yes, it was crazy fun. I like that excitement. I didn’t feel we were in any danger, but it was rough. He decided to motor back, to try for more control. That helped, but the motor is tiny, only 5 hp. It was enough.

We finally reach the calm area of Back River and dropped anchor for the night to fish and sleep. It was very peaceful, and I liked just laying on the seat area, looking up at the stars and chatting. Around 11 pm, I went into the cabin and brushed my teeth. It was time to sleep.

Stay tuned for my next post of, best time every waking up on a sailboat soaked in sunshine. Could also be called, my first time waking up on a sailboat soaked in sunshine. But, I’ve settled for Part 3- Nude Sailing Morning.

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One of my best friends, Leslie, is on a European vacation of a lifetime, and part of it on a sailboat. Brian has talked me into retiring on a sailboat, if it’s big enough and sea-worthy, in 9 years, I will go.

Happy Birthday Sailboat

My husband, Brian, and I, went on our first, overnight sailboat trip. But first, there is a bit of a pre-story to the sailboat. ⛵️

While I was in Florida, visiting friends and family, he bought a 25 foot, 1976 MacGregor sailboat. That was October 9, 2021 and MY birthday. I had no idea he was going to buy a sailboat. It never crossed my mind he would buy anything that takes up that much room in our driveway, without discussing it with me.

I had never sailed until taking this trip to FL and visiting my friend Leslie. I loved sailing on her boat, but that didn’t mean I wanted one! When he called and wished me a happy birthday and said he bought me a 25 foot sailboat, I hung up on him 3 times, using language that would make my mama blush. I was so angry, I couldn’t speak.

Eventually, I heard him out on the 4th call. (He let some precious time pass before he tried to call again, AND Leslie talked me down from my towering inferno.) Once I learned the boat was almost as old as I was, and he had not spent his entire retirement on it, I cooled off, and asked that important question, “Does it float?”

He took it out once with the kids while I was still away (pre-telling me) and once with me after I returned from FL. He left out of Annapolis, Maryland, for both 3-4 hour trips. Then, he decided we were taking a 5 day, 4 night trip on the lower the Chesapeake Bay. He hadn’t really planned anything out yet, other then he wanted us to go, and if I agreed he would plan everything. Putting all my faith in Jesus and Brian’s word, (he’s been rock solid for me nearly 8 years now) I said, “sure baby. Don’t kill me.”

I’m going to write about our first sailing experience in parts. I’m going to talk to Brian as I write about the days, or a specific experience, because he will think about things I’ve forgotten. And, I’m going to try to write everyday, because I am a blogging slacker and my friends keep telling me to get back on the writing wagon. Giddy-up.

I hope you will follow along in my story. Thanks for reading and let me a comment on here or Facebook!

Sails up!

~P. ⛵️🎈❤️

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