Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I forget where I am. I popped my head up this morning to see what the weather was like and I forgot we sailed into Annapolis Harbor yesterday. “on the road again” is the next idiom popping into my head. This feeling is not new to me. It is something I have gotten used to. In my work life, I traveled a great deal. So much so, there were a few times when I had to look for something in the hotel room to remind me where I had slept. The in-room phone has the hotel address on it. Otherwise, to me, all the hotels look the same inside. There were a couple of times when I didn’t remember the city I was in until I went down to the lobby for breakfast. The only place where I instantly remembered was in New York City. NYC has the smallest hotel rooms in the world. It’s easy to remember where you are when you get out of bed and immediately walk into the wall. Unlike the old days of grinding work travel, the morning reminders aboard Cream Puff are followed with a feeling of tranquility as I take in our new morning vista.
We toured the US Naval Academy. I was hoping to pick up some tips about sailing. I figured the Navy would be happy to share some pointers. That didn’t happen. They seemed pretty focused about beating Army on all things athletic. However, I did go to school. For almost a week, I learned the ins and outs of diesel mechanics. We both are pretty handy with tools. I love to take things apart and see how they work. It is the putting things back together again that gives me problems. The reason I went to school is because I lack the confidence (and knowledge) to do advanced repairs on our diesel engines. We have two engines on Cream Puff. We have a 110 hp Yanmar that is our main source of propulsion and an Onan generator that makes our electricity when needed. These two little machines are vital to us. I searched the internet for a class that progresses rapidly to the more complex procedures and troubleshooting issues. We both have an understanding of the basic maintenance such as checking belts and changing the oil. I was searching for something more. I found what I needed in Annapolis at a sailing school. I signed up for the class about 2 months ago and snagged the last seat. I guess there are many like me that want to learn diesel repair.
Our guide told us applicants do not need to know how to swim before entering the US Naval Academy. However, they will know how to swim before they graduate.
Annapolis is as far north as we are going to go. It is time for us to turn around and begin our slow trek south. Hurricane season is almost over and this opens up sailing in the Caribbean Islands. We are now starting to dream of turquoise clear waters and deserted sandy beaches. That will be a fun place to wake up in the morning.
The Chesapeake area has been a blast. We have had a great time here. But while in Annapolis, a tragedy of epic proportions struck. We ran out of wine. At this point in time I am faced with a decision: Continue writing this post or hit the wine shop before we leave Annapolis.