After a full day of sailing up the Chester River, we motored up the mouth of one of its tributaries, the Corsica River, on a quest to find the perfect anchorage for the night.  And boy did we find a good one!  It wasn’t what we had expected, but we felt as if we were staying at our own Bed and Breakfast–and yet, we were on our own boat!  Just in a beautiful place, the kind of place Select Registry B&B’s are made of!

Trying to avoid the shallows

The Corsica is a narrow waterway that runs horizontal to the Chester, and we were looking for a secluded spot like “Hidden Cove” that we could spend the night.  We had been told to honor the markers as our sailing mom, Penny, had a run-aground experience there years before.  Slinking our way up the river, we panned both sides for a deep-enough inlet to set anchor.

Trust the old depth sounder?

But from what we could tell, no such place existed.  Just as we would spot a potential place, we noticed houses overlooking the river nearby or realized the depth sounder showing potentially dangerous shallow water.  For months now, we have not taken our Signet Depth Sounder seriously, assuming that with much of the technology original to our 1986 sailboat, it was too antiquated to accurately function.  But after our two, most-recent running aground experiences, we have learned to reference it regularly.  And as we have done so, both Damian and I have swallowed the truth: that we could trust it!

Finding just the right spot

Homes, both moderate and large in size, dot the hill-like banks of the river.  One deep cove caught our attention on the chart, and we determined this might be the ideal spot.  But as we motored closer, we discovered that the inlet was the location of a sailing school and over six sailboats were moored or anchored there.  We weren’t interested in joining the vacant flotilla for the night, so we motored on.  We were getting closer and closer to Centreville, the town that exists at the river’s fork.  But the river kept growing narrower and more shallow.  The depth sounder was registering between 9.0 and 5.3 sporadically.  We were getting nervous.  Running aground was quite real.

Mental Floss, anyone?

On our starboard side, we passed a secluded home deep in the trees with land that outlined a small bay.  A private dock ran out into the waters surrounding the property and docked alongside of it was a sailing vessel dubbed Mental Floss.  We assumed a dentist might live there.

Waterfront property welcomes us to its cove

Just beyond we glimpsed sight of a three story, historic house amid a horse farm.  I have later discovered, this was the very waterfront property that invited us to stay the night along the banks of the river:   Enjoy!  A gravel road led up and around the red, horse stables, and from off in the distance, we could hear the sound of a horse whinnying.  We were looking for seclusion, but no one seemed to be home…so in a way, we were all alone out here on the river.  We dropped our anchor and settled in.

For about an hour we enjoyed the lowering afternoon sun creep its way down the blue sky and listened to the squawking ospreys chase after each other in an effort to steal their seafood dinners.  A great big tree overlooked the water too along with another infamous duck blind that seem to be everywhere around here.  But we were happy, just chilling on the bow of our boat.  We enjoyed watching a water skier, flying through the water behind a whizzing power boat and a jet ski towing an inflatable donut behind it.  What fun!

Boating on the Corsica?  Let’s hear from you!

Share with us where you have boated on the Corsica!  What are your favorite “go to spots”?  What are some of your favorite things about anchoring?