Cobb Island

SUNDAY- The Mattawoman Creek anchorage was so full of debris that we didn’t even run the generator last night for AC or cooking. Dinner sandwiches and breakfast cereal sufficed. We headed south this morning on the Potomac. Constantly dodging miles of grass rafts, logs, branches, dock sections and general trash washed off the shores during the recent floods was the order of the day. Many times we had to coast through and hope for the best. We made it through, very slowly, and the river finally cleared pretty well south of Aquia Creek but the crab pots continued.

Fellow GH owners Don and Barbara Thayer have a home at Cobb Island and generously offered us their dock. It is the cutest little island (three miles round) with cottages nestled on a few narrow roads. There’s a small store, post office and coffee shop and, across a small bridge, there are a couple of local crab shacks and a marine store.

This morning( Monday) as I enjoy my coffee and watch the sun warming through the clouds and the ducks swim by, I decided to stay one more day.

TUESDAY- . . . And another day!

Docked at Cobb Island.

The other White House on Cobb Island.