The Chesapeake At Last

After three years of telling everyone that this was the year we'd sail to the Chesapeake, we finally arrive  through the intercoastal waterway at Portsmouth , Virginia, and even though we once lived here, the sudden introduction into urban sprawl stuns us. Instead of the quiet of the Bahamas and North Carolina, there are huge cargo ships resolutely plying the waters, Naval vessels line the rivers, and tour boats, pleasure boats, and ferries dash between them from shore to shore.  Interesting to watch, and we do watch to insure that these giants do not run us down.

We spend the night at Tidewater Yacht Marina in Portsmouth. It's a little pricey, but it is our anniversary, and the marina nestles into the old port area of the town. Beautiful historical homes and gardens make for a wonderful walk in the evening. In the morning, we start our journey south, passing the unique lighthouses that mark the shoal waters of the bay.

On the night of June 26th, our stop is a lovely anchorage in Jackson Creek at Deltaville where a beautiful sunset breaks through the clouds.

Morning means the end of this particular cruise is drawing to a close. We motor on to Soloman's Island, Maryland where we will meet our daughter, Erin, son-in-law, Roy, and grandchildren, Morgan and Dylan.