Monday morning early, we returned the car and untied the lines and we were off. Once again, we were boating Kelley’s way. First we were going somewhere on the Western shore of the Chesapeake and then he realized we were so close to the Eastern shore he chose for us to go to Cambridge and located a marina for us. But, as we are getting closer, he looks at his charts and sees how far up the river Cambridge is and notices Oxford. Another change.

We cancel the one reservation and call the local yacht club, the Tred Avon Yacht Club. As luch would have it for him, someone is there on a Monday and says it is first come first served but there is a space. We pull up! A floating dock and not a soul to come help, current and wind pushing us away from the dock, but, we do it without any difficulty. We have become one with the boat. How cool is that!?!

We locate the manager, who reminds us as to how lucky we are, and we agree that we are especially lucky that she answered the phone; we pay for a night and go for a bike ride. Now this is Kelley’s day so he rides us all over Hell and gone, or just to Hel’s Corner.

We met some people at the club. It is a sailing club and not really a marina. But they have a nice guest dock and we were quite happy for the night. From our boat we could watch the oldest private ferry. It is the Oxford-Bellevue Ferry and it crosses the Tred Avon River.