Our month of slip rental was up this weekend, so it was time to bring Ti' Punch home. The plan was to drive up Friday night, spend Saturday on the boat, and then make the trip home by boat on Sunday. It's only a 45 minute drive from home, so not a big deal to go back up and pick up the car later.
Things started to go awry almost immediately. Wicked thunderstorms rolled through Friday afternoon and stayed well into the evening. I was prepared to go anyway, having already fought it out with the kids (no Dad, not another weekend away from the PS3!). The Admiral had missed all of this drama while at work, so when she got home she made the sensible proposal that we wait until Saturday morning to drive up. Cue the rejoicing from the children. I hate it when the children are happy. Not really, but I was at the end of my rope. I recognized that she was right, of course, so the trip was postponed until Saturday.
Saturday was not a pretty day either, but there were no more delays. The kid's pleadings fell on deaf ears as we loaded up the car and headed for the Eastern Shore.
Ti' Punch waiting for us
The crew reports for duty - somewhat sullenly
We had a nice lunch at the marina restaurant with a great view of the storms out over the Bay. I spent the afternoon working on a repair to the steering, which went better than expected. Dinner was good as usual at Kelly's Gingernut Pub. It rained on and off Saturday night, but at least it was nice and cool. Most of our month at Cape Charles had seen weather in the upper 90's and even a few days over 100 deg F. It was nice to have a comfortable temperature for sleeping on our last night there.
The kayaks didn't get much use, but the bikes were great for getting around town
Sunday morning was overcast, but we had a favorable wind out of the Northeast. We got away from the dock around 0930 and immediately noticed that we were moving slower than expected. All the warm weather must have boosted barnacle growth, because we had lost about a knot and half of boat speed since the trip up. Once we got out to the open water, up went the sails. We had about 10-15 knots of wind at our back and a straight shot home on a course of 230. I'm guessing on the wind strength because our TackTick wind indicator decided to take this trip off. The sun eventually came out, and much fun was had by all. Well, at least I had fun.
A cloudy farewell to Bay Creek
Is that sunshine?
Our only deviation was to alter course to pass behind this behemoth
Enthusiastic teenager - see my improvised AC system?
Enthusiastic pre-teen - and yes, my finger is in the frame
That's my boy! Sleeping on the tramp in the shade of the jib
Admiral at the wheel
Passing Fort Wool at the HRBT
Just as this guy was passing us, my steering repair failed causing an accidental gybe and a few moments of intense excitement. Order was restored before any harm was done.
We came up against an adverse current just about the time we reached Thimble Shoals light. The outgoing tide conspired with our dirty hulls to slow our progress to a mind numbing 3.5 knots. With the wind still blowing strong behind us, we fired up the engines and motor-sailed at 5.5 knots through the HRBT.
We made it down the main branch of the Elizabeth River without incident, but suffered a slight delay at the Berkley Bridge due to some knucklehead motorists that ignored the red lights and got caught between the closing gate and the bridge. The bridge operator had to leave his tower to come down and colorfully urge them across the bridge so he could proceed with the opening.
We were nearly home now. We dropped the sails as we passed Harbor Park, and the Admiral took the wheel as I rigged fenders and fender boards. As I was tying off a fender she asked, "What does it mean when all the lights on the bridge start to flash?". That got my attention. We were nearly in the channel at the Eastern Branch bridge near the old Ford plant when it started to close. This is a remotely operated bridge, no bridge tender on site, but they always announce the opening or closing on the radio and sound a horn. Not this time. The channel signal was still green, but the bridge was definitely starting to move. I told her to reverse and grabbed the radio. I called the bridge operator on ch. 13 and asked him to hold the bridge as we were nearly through. He said he couldn't, there was a train coming, but if we were close enough just to keep on going. No way buddy. We stopped and backed out of the channel and circled around for about 20 minutes until the train finally showed up. At least he was quick to open it for us after the train had passed. Still, we've been through this bridge dozens of times. I know they can stop the open or close if they want to. We've seen them do it. The whole incident cast a shadow over an otherwise pleasant trip.

File photo - the offending bridge
Our timing was impeccable. We made it home at exactly low tide, pretty much the only state of the tide that we can't get from the channel to our dock. Facing the prospect of an hour or two with a boat full of irritable kids stuck on a boat within sight of their game systems, we decided to chance it. I guess it was that Northeast wind blowing all the water down the Bay and into the Elizabeth River, but whatever the reason we were just able to scrape up to the dock.
The crew made a quick exit while the Admiral and I tidied up and secured the boat. All that was left was the drive back up to Cape Charles to retrieve the other car. That went without incident. So ends our month at Bay Creek.