Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Headed to Washington, DC

Before we could leave Tuesday morning, we had to put September Song back together, and get the anchors off the bottom Monday. We got the first anchor up with a little bit of a problem, but when it came time to get our storm anchor up, it wasn't budging. We finally unhooked it from the rear of our main anchor, tied a line to it, and did a dance, maneuvering  September Song with the engines, back to the hydraulic davit we use to lift the family car up with. When we finally got it to break free from the bottom, it had about 200 pounds of mud and a 130 pound Chinaman hanging on to it. It took us about three hours to get them up, but when we finally got the storm anchor aboard, we hugged it, (after we cleaned the mud off) told it thank you for holding us during the storm, asked it how its trip to China was, and put it to bed.
Tuesday morning the two boats left our anchorage on St. Leonard's Creek with many memories of the last five days.
It's Wednesday and we are anchored about 30 Miles South of Washington, DC, and will cruise into our Nations Capital tomorrow around 13:00. I hope the band is better than the last time.
The weather has been gorgeous the last three days. Calm, cool, dry, and blue skies. We had to put on our sweatshirts in the morning it was so cool.
Today we passed a weapons testing area. As we approached, we had a call on the radio telling us we need to alter our course. LIVE FIRE! Yes sir, where would you like us to go?! He gave us directions, and we followed the route (out of the channel!) he gave us. As we passed, we heard big gun fire. "Don't shoot, we are hurrying!"
We also passed under the Nice Bridge, no, not a nice bridge, the Nice Bridge. This is one of the bridges that had been damaged during Hurricane Irene.
The Potomac is beautiful, with tons of history, and with this gorgeous weather, it's been  great. Except for the occasional tree that floats by from the storm.

September Song (tell the band to start playing at 13:00) out
Bob


Raising the storm anchor with the hydraulic lift.




Stephanie, washing the mud and the little Chinaman off the storm anchor.


The only thing more beautiful than the day, is my admiral enjoying a gorgeous day on the fly bridge.


The Range Control Boat that told us to alter course, LIVE FIRE!
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