Today, we did 45 miles of ocean. Yesterday, we did the same of (mostly) bay. The bay was rougher. Surprised? We weren’t, much. The Delaware Bay can be mean, which is why we waited in a river part-way down till the winds were right. The ocean can be kind, which is why we went right away for the same reason.
In the bay, our little lamp with stabilizing rocks dumped over for the first time and Boo spent all day under the couch. We went in the right winds, but the combination of current and tides mixes up the water and tosses you around. Imagine if the winds were high! That’s why boats often “camp out,” waiting.
On the ocean, the waves were widely-spaced in rollers and swells. We had to steer through them and the boat did rock, but it was a gentler rock…more like a wobble. (There were other uncomfortable aspects to the ocean leg, of a more personal nature, that I may explore in a reflective confessional later. 😉 )
Another surprising fact: In the bay, we were out-of-sight of land. In the ocean? Nope.
Down Delaware Bay to Cape May and on to Atlantic City in two days. Racing along! The Great Loop is more about exploring than racing but we aren’t doing much of that. Jeff is single-minded in his goal to return to Michigan. I’m along for the ride.