Port Tobacco, MD

Taking off from our St. Inigoes anchorage on Wednesday, October 6, at 9:30, we had another long day of cruising.  It was overcast but quite pleasant with calm waters as we made our way towards Washington, D.C.

Everyone, including Archie, took turns at the helm during our six hour cruise.

In Newburg we passed  under a bridge that was clearly under construction.

I caught up on three days of blog entries and made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.

By 3 p.m. we found a nice calm anchorage on the Port Tobacco River, a tributary off of the Potomac on the Maryland side.  We were surrounded by parkland except for two stately waterfront homes. 

We assumed Port Tobacco was named after the famous Virginia tobacco crop but we were wrong.  It was actually a corruption of the name of the Indian village. Potopaco, that Captain John Smith saw in 1608.  Today, Port Tobacco Village has the distinction of being the smallest town in Maryland with a population of 36 as of the 1990 census. Who knows what the latest census shows!

Once we dropped anchor, Jonny found a beach to take Archie to and we spent the rest of the afternoon reading and relaxing.

That evening, we took the dinghy to the Port Tobacco Marina where Stephen treated us to dinner.  It took about twenty minutes to travel a mile.  Sitting outside on their expansive deck, we had a beautiful view of the bucolic surroundings.

We dinghied back to Zendo in the dark and fortunately, as is often the case, the ride home seemed quicker.  Steve watched the baseball playoffs in the salon while I watched one of my shows in the cabin and Jonny tried to sleep.