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In my best voice of Louis Armstrong, I yelled "Good Mornin 'all! It's nice day on the Chesapeake Bay .... Time to soaked soaked! "Okay, so it was afternoon, and" all "consisted of my friend Annie and me, but yelling those words seriously was a joyful occasion. Firstly, because we were ridiculously and die hot swim, and because it was almost exactly the same place 15 years ago, we heard that the first sentence.

When we were just sophomores in high school, we both live in the memory woke up that battle cry. It was a three-night adventure Outward Bound on the Bay, and every cold October morning were met with "dippy dippy" call from our instructor, Tom Thomas. Wrinkled old salt with a resonant voice and strong, salt-and-pepper beard, wears a knitted cap, which it looks like turn-of-the-century Leatherhead. He woke us, so that every morning, snarling the insufferably cheerful sentences at the top of the lungs, waiting our teenagers to immediately jump out of our sleeping bags, change into swimsuits and hop into the water. And we. Despite the cold water, we were still only teenagers and had only limited opportunities to achieve.

But in the morning soaked soaked was only one of the tests my courage nine fellow students and I, along with two instructors and an incredibly whiny physics teacher, would endure. We have resisted four days sailing and rowing (mostly short) on the cold Chesapeake aboard 30-foot pulling boat " (essentially a giant canoe with two masts squat), no head, no real shelter, lousy weather, and sometimes, just wet CornNuts to eat. But despite a collision with cargo ship near, late night anchor watch, frostbitten toes and near riot, it was the way that I wanted to become a sailor. That was when I came to love Bay.

Anyway Since that time - especially because still own boat - I wanted to retrace the path. I wanted to go back and see the adult eyes, images and sounds that started my love affair with travel Chesapeake. This year, 15 years after the original path I decided to stop Pussyfooting around and just do it. And in accordance with the spirit of Outward Bound, I wanted to be captain. I wanted to take the ship without my husband, John, to prove to myself I could handle the ship itself. Well, almost alone. I will need at least some of the crew - Backup Ann, as it was. So I called my old friend Annie, who was the original path, and sail with me memories with me. She is a teacher and now has more than happy to spend a few days of its summer vacation to accompany me, what we have come to call it. . . wait for it. . . reconstruction.

Although the reconstruction represented, clothes (my old football practice shirts, complete with school logo and number) We knew that it could be loosely based on the original path. After all, who knows exactly how our 15-year-old memories will. The chances of our finding the exact place we visited many years ago were actually quite thin. But we have to try. And the fact that Outward Bound by philosophy, is what is really important.

I had a pretty good idea of where we have moved to Outward Bound - or, when we call the second trip of reconstruction, I will refer to simply as the original battle. After all, it's damn tough trip, and when I will once again take something that could be a battle. It started somewhere in the Baltimore Inner Harbor, and we dropped anchor for that night on the southern shore Patapsco, just downstream from the Key Bridge. The next day we sailed directly from the river and across the bay. I remember the excitement at the prospect it will be in the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, but we were on the south, that day we headed straight east to the east coast. Then we hung up left into a small river with nothing but grass along the coast and dropped catch. We could no longer see the bridge, nor of the few houses, that lined the shore, we were completely isolated. It was a phenomenal place and I spent many hours poring over the years through page 27 of my book in the chart to try to figure out exactly where he was, as we are, given that the ship is the only chance of 18 inches, could be just about any creek in the bay. The third day of battle, we went back across the bay and spent the night in a creek on the north bank Patapsco. I remember that the majority considered that the exact opposite of the previous night's anchorage - light industrial area were everywhere, and we were very close to a big race. I did not like it at all. The fourth day we went back to the Inner Harbor in very cold and misty weather. A lack of wind, we rowed all the way up river. To this day, my hands hurt when I think of you, gripping the oars processes afternoon.

Annie agreed with my memory of the trip, but he could not remember much more than that. Actually, she confused Downloads float plan than me, but sure that better memories of the events on board. It seems that when I was loving life cognition boat, sailing and navigation, Annie was focused primarily on boys.

We could not start the day one of renovation in the same place as the battle began, because I live in Annapolis, and we had another two days, beginning and end of the road in Baltimore. So instead , we left Annapolis and made our way to the Patapsco. I was nervous all morning, but once we got out of the water and I realized what no other, than if John was with began to ease. I was reminded that I was perfectly capable of handling the ship, especially since John and I did some anchoring experience and man overboard exercise the day before. Furthermore, we wore life jackets, and there was not much wind anyway, so I doubt we would be sailing for long. . . . I was right. By the time we hit Sandy Point, the wind died away and we had the motor. As we putted Bay, passing the green buoy channel one after another, we looked at the charts to see if we could remember exactly where We anchored the first night of the battle. Our plan was to stay there the first night. The second day we make a quick swing through the port to find the Battle the place of departure, then look for the third berth in the night battle in the north bank of the creek. On the third day of the reconstruction, we look at the sweet spot - Anchoring the east coast, which has remained fresh in the mind all these years.

We got into a few Patapsco long, hot hours of motoring and farther up the river until we got about halfway to the Key Bridge, then turned south. Annie and I remembered the first night before the battle we anchored fast enough after passing under the Key Bridge - very special place, we both thought at the time, because was right in front of houses along the rivers. It felt like someone's caravan park in someone's house the night before. But Tom assured us that we were doing something wrong.

Annie and I approached the white cliffs and the southern coast of Patapsco, We knew that we found the same houses again, the Riviera Beach, facing the peninsula between Rock and Stony creeks. We also remembered the salient country, which extends from Rock Creek to Rock Point, and became the backdrop to our anchorage. But we could not stay here. The wind was again, funneling straight Down to the River. It would be a bumpy night, we stayed put. Instead, we have to repeal the channel to Stony Creek, a wide semi-circular Bay, where Cape cods cute and beachy cottages lined the West Bank.

SPLASH! Annie happily jumped into the water, I cried Tom is notorious soaked soaked wake-up call. I walked down two beers and life jackets float on, then jumped off the rail of Dancing Outlaw too. Uh, immediate relief. It was only the beginning of June, so the water was still cool, despite seethingly hot air. So much for careful planning, weather, Annie and I chose this week on the assumption that it should not be too hot and we could enjoy very good weather, travel and meeting any nettle. Well, we were only half lucky. Were were no nettles, but it was in mid-July-hot. In fact, it turned out to be the hottest week in summer. I think it was handy that the reconstruction of Outward Bound. . . We had to endure a little hell.

We have a pretty good feeling we are so far away. And even though we have seen a well earned swim and ice-cold beer, I joked with Annie, that I keep next aspects of this journey, as authentic as possible and that she is required to watch a few hours at night. Annie and assured me that since she slept through all one of its Battle Watch, she will certainly not lead any tonight! I think I was a log to monitor the situation seriously. But Tom told us that the watch is a serious matter: We had to make sure that the ship had dragged anchor and, more importantly, that rats crawl or anchor line.

Unlike the Battle of the reconstruction will be the One-pot meals during the canister Stern. I had brought a nice bottle of red wine and some steaks for dinner. Annie was mighty impressed - I think expect steady diet of turkey sandwiches. Indeed, even if my ship is actually two feet shorter than hauling ships, certainly has nicer amenities.

I did not sleep too well that night. All my dreams are related to drag boat anchor or descent. I went every half hour or so doing, we did not move - so much for standing watch. But I think it's my job as a captain in charge!

The next morning we went to another refreshing foolhardy foolhardy, while coffee is brewing. Then we listened to the weather, which was not sound good. The forecast was calling for severe storms roll through an area of approximately 2 hours and continues for the rest of the evening. Neither of us liked the sound, so we modified the float plan. Place that anchorage that night, we head towards the river and grab a slip in the Inner Harbor. This meant that we had to go find our original path is the starting point of the foot and skip out on the day of battle three berth. I briefly for mooring, despite bad weather but decided that I was the storm on my second night as captain. Annie fully agreed. She was not interested in gross Despite bad weather, which I guess because we've been through hell the last day of battle. We were forced to line up Patapsco in the cold rain and fog. We had just eaten couscous for breakfast, which Annie remembered because our physics teacher / chaperone refused to eat, claiming that he did not like couscous. He refused using a set because he was too tired from the fact that they eat no breakfast. We were almost run over a giant ship, when We accidentally ended up in the ship channel, and start over, our only food was only noon meal left panel: wet CornNuts. Fortunately, we can look back on it now and laugh, especially in our teacher wussiness, and how i look at now is our CornNuts stomachs churn, but it really was a terrible day.

As we walked toward the Key Bridge, I pointed to Annie two streams, where we could have anchored on the last night before the battle. It had to be either Jones Creek, off Old Road Bay, and Bear Creek. I remember very disappointed in the anchor and back. Previous night anchoring was so beautiful and quiet, but this was under the tower looming industry. We were very close to a factory or sea port, and I hated it. I was angry that we come to find the same place again. My guess is that we stayed in Jones Creek, because I definitely remember going under the bridge of Interstate 695, which runs through Bear Creek. Excusing I was Annie, that we have such a warm and misty weather, and were able to gain a good day shipping. She laughed and said: "At least we're not rowing!" Agree. Motoring the river much better than the 30-foot rowing boat up Patapsco.

We pulled into our slip in Baltimore Marine centers around noon. It was about 95 degrees outside with a heat index of 110th After a cool-down session in the pool, we went after the Korean War memorial in the park and caught a water taxi to Fells Point. I felt that Outward Bound boats were kept Living Classrooms Foundation complex on South Caroline Street, so we headed there. We knew immediately we found the right place. Baltimore Outward Bound trip to suspend part of its program (now focuses on land-based and canoe trips), so our boat was not there. But if Living Classrooms campus brought a pile of memories - Arrive at the viciously cold day, heading to the docks and saw the boat - it all came rushing back. We brought down to the docks, instructed that all our stuff into duffels punished Outward Bound (I think they are waterproof) and are very primitive boat we are on the next three days. It was completely open except for a few places athwartships. There was no shelter and no head - unless you count wooden box just ahead of the front mast with a five-liter bucket in it. But it was only for. . . uh, number two. For urination Bay by our own outhouse. Initially, the other three girls and I fear this, but at the end of the first day had a bum-hanging pat-down technique. Regarding the sleeping conditions, we had to put the oars athwartships, then mats and sleeping bags on top. Our only shelter was a tarpaulin thrown through the boom. Good times.

Now the sky filling with ominous clouds, so Annie and I headed back to the marina for dinner. As we ate, we looked through the wide windows crabhouse Bo Brooks and watched roiling water and lightning all around. Generator in the port next to the hit throwing sparks in the air. I could not be happier that we were out on the hook.

I sang for him in an effort to ignore the heat: He goes wa-wa-wa wa-wa wa-wa-wa-dance with the bears / Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy not too much / anything on Earth Uncle Walter will not do / So he can go dancing, dancing with bears. . . . Annie and I were motoring down the Patapsco now on the road to the east coast. I was not quite sure just yet where we were headed, although I had in mind a number of streams, where we can anchor for the night. Annie was happy boat ride (leaving a large snake for a revival, but I forgive her, because she does not ton voyage practice) and I was absently studying graphs, foolish, that I could find the key to the place where we anchored on the second day battle. I walked up the stairs in the middle of the night / I tiptoed inside and I turned on the light / To my surprise, nobody was in sight / I Uncle Walter is dancing in the night. . . . The song ran through his head. It was one of many, many songs Tom has taught us during the battle. It is silly song, but it is still embedded in my memory and will slam into the head surprisingly often when I need a good laugh. It did a great job to take my mind the heat.

We had good wind for a while, the key to the bridge to the mouth of the river, but died once we got in the bay. We kept up a major attempt to keep a little in shadow, but it will not so well. That day was exactly the opposite of We crossed the Bay during the battle. That day we had a wonderful sail. I also learned how to read charts, and I remember feeling damn proud I was not one of those who get seasick.

Now, Annie and I were closing in on the shore, heading into Chester. I meant Hail Creek, on the southern edge of the eastern island of Krk, but was not sure that we can get there, even if only draws Outlaw four feet. Several months before the reconstruction, which I visited the Outward Bound headquarters in Baltimore to search through old logbooks, hoping to find notes from the battle. I was unsuccessful, but find that Hail Creek was somewhat regular stop on the road later. Moreover, it seemed appropriate that the criteria I was looking for - which was mainly due to a lot somewhere on the creek east coast, I could turn left into the street. The only other objects that seemed appropriate that the bill was Tavern and Swan creeks near Rock Hall, but I feel that would see other boats, or at least light Rock Hall, if we stayed there.

Graphs did not offer much hope Hail Creek to get into, but as we motored I thought it would bring at least enough to jog our memories. Not so much. The safety depth water, even though it appeared that it might be appropriate. Now, when we were quite far from Chester, I could not decide where to go, and we motored all the way to Langford Creek and Cacaway Island.

There we found a surprisingly deep water, even close enough to a small crescent-shaped island. I had a little trouble getting the ship to remain in place due to the treacherous winds, but we stuck hard. We could see a small sign posted on the island, and I had to look out. It was hell to swim to get there, but I resisted it. I was surprised how close I got to shore, before I was able to get up. I would say that I was 10 feet before I could stand. I went close enough to read signs which asked very well that people do not come ashore, and said that visitors are kept local community and state, and contains quite a few species, including several that are endangered.

I wondered a long time I to swim from the island swim honor morning battle. While we were obliged to jump only on the first morning, Tom never gave up trying to get us again. Think I enjoyed the spirit of the journey so that somehow I found the courage to swim all three in the morning. In fact, this morning before breakfast the morning we were on the east coast, I swam 27 rounds around the ship. Bad idea. I was shaking for hours. And when we do breakfast Tom, help me to thaw your fingers over the fire. I learned a lot from him that morning while talking about sailing and cooking breakfast. To this day I still make home fries, as I learned - with sautéed onions and Old Bay.

After my swimming to the island, Annie and I relaxed in the cockpit for a moment, then fired up the grill, cooking dinner - pork tenderloin. I am surprised, Annie with couscous on the side. She laughed and admitted that he always considered breakfast foods through Outward Bound.

We sleep early. It was a very long and more hot day again, and still a go. But again, I slept in fits, bedeviled by worries drawing anchor. Finally I gave up and went to lie in the cockpit. Night sky took breath. It was pitch black out except once countless stars. I lay there for at least an hour, just staring the endless sky. You may not have found the same place we were 15 years ago, but the effect was the same. This is what Chesapeake is all about.

When I woke up the next morning, Annie was up, reading in the cockpit and enjoy the solitude and serenity of the anchorage. I picked up the cry Battle aloud - "Time for a dippy dippy" - scaring Annie half to death. We had a long day ahead, and I think I would for her adrenaline rushing.

After a final swim and breakfast, we weighed anchor and began to toil home. At the time we got to Love Point, we should sail at the clock, but were not able to do more than three knots or so. So we gave and blew the engine again. Since we have received under the Bay Bridge, we had furled jib, but left the capital in the hope that a little shade. We took turns sitting against a pole in the smallest repair you can imagine.

About an hour from home I was so hot, tanned and miserable I barely keep my calm. I sang to myself Beach Boys' "Sloop John B." I feel so broke up / I want to go home. We We learned that the song during the battle too, and often sang, our voices echoing sarcastic on the last line - this is the worst way! / I was on! I looked at Annie, sitting in the cab at the top, is based on the mast to remain in just a little shade left on the ship. She looked back and said, unprovoked, "At least we're not rowing!"

Yes, I was unhappy, and though I sang that song, it's almost the worst trip I've ever been on. Annie and I had a lot of fun reminiscing about the old times, catching up on existing ones and joy to spend several days with an old friend. And I am proud of myself (and Annie too) consider that a successful trip. As my first true, he worked as a captain, I had no problems at all. And while 100 percent of reconstruction not successful, I think Tom Thomas would be proud.

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