Less than 20 minutes out of Solomons, the port engine alarm sounded. Judi’s inspection revealed a major coolant leak. A call to John Simpson lead us back to SIYC to meet Scott Wiley of Bristol Marine, a boat mechanic par excellence. He found a potentially more serious problem, an oil leak in the transmission, left to gather supplies for both repairs and returned to get us seaworthy in short order. Scott travels the country making repairs and has been at The Harborage in Stuart several times. We give him our highest recommendation. While waiting at the dock, Monica Simpson sent freshly baked rum cakes to us and to Scott to take the sting out of our boat troubles and his Saturday work call. You just can’t get much friendlier or more helpful than that!
A short trip took us to Oxford, a beautiful and serene small town that Norman Rockwell might have painted. It was the home of Robert Morris, an entrepreneur who “put Oxford on the map,” and whose son significantly helped fund the Revolutionary War. The town park on the Tred Avon River is the picture of shady tranquility, and several families and couples were enjoying a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. Judi and Terry treated Margaret and Jon to a 34th Anniversary dinner at Latitude 38, the local hot spot with very good food.
Sunday afternoon, after slurping down possibly the best freshly-crushed strawberry ice cream in the whole wide world (from Scottish Highlands Creamery adjacent to Oxford Boatyard and Schooners restaurant), we pushed on to St. Michaels.
A short trip took us to Oxford, a beautiful and serene small town that Norman Rockwell might have painted. It was the home of Robert Morris, an entrepreneur who “put Oxford on the map,” and whose son significantly helped fund the Revolutionary War. The town park on the Tred Avon River is the picture of shady tranquility, and several families and couples were enjoying a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. Judi and Terry treated Margaret and Jon to a 34th Anniversary dinner at Latitude 38, the local hot spot with very good food.
Sunday afternoon, after slurping down possibly the best freshly-crushed strawberry ice cream in the whole wide world (from Scottish Highlands Creamery adjacent to Oxford Boatyard and Schooners restaurant), we pushed on to St. Michaels.
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