Log Book: Ninesink River - September 24, 2003
A rough sail and motoring brought us to the Cape May.
On our way we hooked up a little poor fish but released her with
mercy and now we hope that she is fine and telling her bigger friends
to visit us soon.
The currents at the Canal leading to Cape May were crazy. Shifting and bubbling, stirred up by tide, wakes and river current. Fighting our way we anchored in 8 feet of water having had tried to get to docks unsuccessfully. We saw some sailors again whom we had seen overtaking us during the day. Good to know, we are not that slow.
Through a canal we slipped to the Delaware Bay. A huge Bay told to have a lot of shallows and currents according to some friends. We were scared a bit sailing there without any charts or orientation. Shops weren't apparent so we had to dare the risk. We saw some boats and headed their direction. We didn't see any land for quite some time just passing red lighthouses that echoed a fog horns for the boaters to locate their position. My bum was so sour at the moment I could hardly move. Some life vests under the buns guaranteed some relief. Maciek had discovered a collection of good teachings in my mp3 collection and was disappearing down below for a while. In the meanwhile I was struggling against the stinging rays of the sun, biting flies, hurting body parts and flapping sails in the downwind tack.
Ninesink River, Eagle land
We had to motor again and couldn't make it against the current. Only 2 knots speed. That means the outgoing tide swallowed 3 knots. We hid in a river inlet. Beautiful surrounded by seaweed and long grass. It looks here pretty much like a native lands from the past. We saw an eagle cruising close over our heads. By then I knew this is the place to stay. We took a few bends up the river, enjoyed spicy Indian rice and were happy to have an encounter with the world of dreams.
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