We’ve been making miles south. After leaving Smith creek on the Potomac, we had a quiet night in Antipoison creek, named after Captain John Smith had a stingray wound treated by the local indians.
Then, we headed to Gwynn Island and for the first time had a bridge open for us. This one was under construction making the entrance narrower than usual. Even the bigger catamarans still would have made it through, but it was nice to be a monohull. Man that’s a lot of stuff back there, isn’t it?
We spent the day playing on the beach. There is a small island on the southern tip of Gwynn that has seceded. It is uninhabited and full of real sand and huge oyster shells.
Now we are in the Severn River. No, we didn’t head home, but rather to the Severn River that is in Mobjack bay.