Vagabond to Baltimore Harbor

Babe was one of four boats signed up for the vagabond. My crew was Henry Borneman and we went down on Friday morning. We had reserved a slip for Friday and Saturday night at Baltimore Marine Center a mega marina if there was ever one. We headed for Canton Waterfront Park which seemed to be the closest to the marina. We had never used this ramp and we found the ramp to be very usable but the parking was rather disorganized. Except for a big cruiser which had just came out there was no other boat traffic. We stepped the mast and otherwise prepared the boat for launching right in front of the ramp. We set out for our ten minute boat ride to the marina. The wind was gusting to 30+ knots so we decided to check out the marina and headed to our assigned slip. After signing in and with the marine forecasts calling for no letup in the wind we opted to not sail. We then heard from Donna that due to the weather she and John would not be sailing over from Rock Hall until Saturday morning. She also had heard from Neil and Judith that they were holed up in the Rhode River waiting for better weather to head north and would not be able to join us before tomorrow if at all. With Marty and Isabel not scheduled to come until Saturday we were to be alone for the day. Henry and I walked the waterfront in Fell’s Point and that evening had a nice meal at Momma’s on the Half Shell in Canton. Despite a continuing wind we slept well in our slip. The next morning we showered, ate, and contacted Donna who said they were a couple miles from the entrance to the Patapsco. So under lighter winds we sailed out to meet them. Despite several calls trying to pinpoint their location and sailing beyond the Key Bridge they managed to get by us without our seeing them! On our way back in we hooked up with Marty and Isabel in the waters off Fort McHenry. With the winds dying we decided to return to the slip and take in the Fell’s Point Festival. So back we went to the waterfront for the festival. The festival was composed of booths of food and crafts. Outdoor bars and bands were scattered throughout. There were thousands of mostly young people milling about. We returned to meet up with Donna, her mother, and John on their boat for cocktail hour. Marty and Isabel came over on their dinghy to join us. That night we returned to Canton to eat dinner at a street side café across from Momma’s. Upon returning to the boat we enjoyed the fireworks over Ft. McHenry. Sunday dawned with strong winds again. Donna and John took off early to make their way back to Rock Hall while Henry and I motored over to find Marty but they had already departed. So we motored into Inner Harbor for a look-see and then back to Canton Park. The Park was overrun with bicyclists but again no ramp traffic except us. It was a nice weekend with no rain but too much wind made sailing hard.