No problem for us here. We are in familiar waters, in our own bay, having plied them many times in the old Pearson, its outboard lifting out of the water on big waves, prop spinning futilely (a good way to burn out an engine).
Now we motor-sail with an inboard Universal diesel, the kind long-distance truckers run for 30 or 40 hours hauling tons of freight. Ours in 16 horsepower--slow, but plenty of power for our 30-foot boat.
After a winter of discontent--well, at least tribulations and uncertainty--my spirit lifts to be close to home, all systems working properly, in waters Pope knows like the back of his hand (though who really studies the back of their hand???). In addition to excursions on the Pearson, for years Pope has raced schooners, sloops, and trimarans up and down the bay.
In our current boat, Echo II, we compromised narrow hull and sleek shape built for speed for a broader beam, less heeling, and more comfortable living conditions. We putter confidently past Cove Point, Chesapeake Beach, Herring Bay--en route to the mooring ball reserved at Holiday Hill Marina in Edgewater, MD, which we departed last October.
Natural gas offloading plant at Cove Point
Home stretch. I am grinning from ear to ear.