|Pretty St. Michaels...not sure about Ron|
After almost two weeks in Weems Creek in Annapolis our anchor was quite litterally starting to become one with the bottom, it took some back and forth maneuvering to get it to pop up from the thick, stinky mud!. But we had a cold snap on the way and with lows in the 30s at night, we were ready to make some miles!
We had a cold, but otherwise nice sail over to a quaint little town called St. Michaels, so cute it almost makes you sick. Fun shops, a brewery and a ton of old historical homes to ogle over, I could have spent more time there but, as I was covered in three to four layers of clothing at any given moment, we pushed on after just one day in the town.
|St. Michaels Harbor|
|Old, old church|
With a cemetery in the front lawn
|Old Brick Inn (I think)|
|Leaving St. Michaels we were treated to a school of clammers,|
so East Coast, am I right?
|Minglin' with the locals...|
even if they didn't acknowledge us
|Ron dreaming up his next woodworking project.|
And trying not to drool.
The inside exhibits were full of history and artifacts from the early discovery of the area and the oyster, clam and crabbing industries that served as the backbone of a developing local culture.
|Lots of boats|
|Old crabbing boat|