Leaving Annapolis and approaching the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge
The Chesapeake & Delaware Canal
runs 14 miles long, 450 feet wide and 35 feet deep across Maryland and Delaware,
connecting the Delaware River with the Chesapeake Bay and the Port of Baltimore.
One of the 5 highway bridges crossing the C&D canal
The canal was privately built in the 1820’s and
after several expansions, is one of the few fully sea-level shipping canals in
the world and is the only major commercial canal in the U.S. that is still in
use. The C&D Canal provides a
shortcut of about 300 miles for ship traffic between the Port of Baltimore, and
the northeastern U.S. cities and Europe.
Passing a very large container ship
in the canal Starboard
markers at entrance of canal
Once through the canal we knew that we would not be able to
carry the tide right down the 50 miles stretch of the Delaware River to Cape
May, so negotiated Nimue in between a marked dike and anchored in 2 knots of
current behind Reedy Island. The mosquitos were abundant, so I
managed to concoct a tent like structure in Nimue’s cockpit out of fine netting,
which enabled us to stay out and enjoy the cool breeze into the
Entering through dike at Reedy
Island At anchor
behind Reedy Island
We managed to cover the 50 nm in 7 hours down to Cape May and at
one stage we were making 9.4 knots running with the tide. A turn to
port and we were spurted out into the Atlantic Ocean. Next stop New
York. Not long after we left Cape May we were inundated with pesky flies,
which didn’t leave us for the whole 130 miles to the entrance of New York
harbour. We called up Beez Neez who were also making the trip to New York
and they too had been plagued by flies. With fly spray and old fashioned
fly tape we managed to catch 1000’s of flies.
It was early morning as we approached New York harbour
entrance, but it was cold, with thickening fog. There were plenty of ships
around, but also many fishing boats, who seemed to be oblivious of the hazards
of fog, so we had to keep a sharp lookout for the odd idiot!
The Fairway buoy was the first sign of anything as we entered
the harbour and only just visible in the fog. From
there we were guided by the entrance buoys to a safe harbour at Atlantic
Highlands, where we hung on a buoy (which the Americans call ‘balls’ for $50 for
the night! We were able to use the friendly yacht club, where we had an
excellent meal and the commodore made us very welcome.
Fairway Buoy at entrance to
New York harbour –IN THICK FOG!
One good thing, the cold and the fog did eventually kill the
flies. However, Manhattan was no where to be