The Chesapeake Bay
 I have sailed into Pocomoke Sound and up the Pocomoke River twice in the 30 years I have been sailing the bay. The infrequency of visits should not be interpreted as a reflection on the beauty to be found on these bodies of water. Rather it is the reflection of how remote the Pocomoke is from the major sailing centers, which makes it difficult and time consuming to visit. From the Patuxent River I would sail south to Kedges Strait, through the straight into Tangier Sound and south down the sound past Tangier Island around the bottom of Watts Island and then north up into the Pocomoke. At this point I would have had to cover in excess of 60nm. Seldom are the winds favorable for all legs of this trip, such that darkness would be setting well before I could enter the man-made channel from the Pocomoke Sound into the Pocomoke River. In the river you must anchor near one shore or the other, and it is difficult to find a suitable spot in the dark (as we would prove on one trip). Tug boats ply the river all the way to Pocomoke City, day and night. So it is advisable to anchor as close to shore as possible and use a shore line or second anchor to restrict your swinging room. |
 On my first visit to the Pocomoke, in
1979 we stopped first in Crisfield for the night. Shortly after dawn
the next day we used the Broad Creek cut from the Little Annemessex River to
Pocomoke Sound. This is a dredged cut used primarily by Watermen and
maintained to a published depth of only 3'. In 1979 we took two
Columbia 8.7's, which draw nearly 5', through the cut at mid tide.
At that time we saw a few spots where the depth sounder showed 5'. The
rest of the time we had depths around 7'. Even with this cut we had a
run of over 10 nm from where we entered the Pocomoke Sound to the first mark
of the man-made channel into the Pocomoke River.Initially the River shoreline was a low-lying marsh, but soon we were into one of the northern-most Cypress Forests in N. America. |
 The river passage was so gentle, we
rafted our two Columbia 8.7's together while proceeding upstream. I
locked my tiller amidships and let John and Christy steer all the way to
Pocomoke City. Most of the trip we appeared to be traveling
through a wilderness area. Every once in a while around a bend we
would come upon a farm, and then we would disappear again back into the
cypress forest. |
 Large
Cypress Trees such as this lined the banks of the river. |
 As we proceeded upstream through the
cypress forest the water became black from the cypress bark. |
 That day we traveled all the way to
Pocomoke City. A few miles below the city we found a little bight in
the shoreline were we could anchor out of the channel. I took a line
ashore and tied it to one of the large cypress knees. This kept our
raft from swinging out into the channel during the night. We stopped
about two miles short of Pocomoke City because there was a large plywood
processing plant near the town, which looked like it operated day and night.
Where we anchored there was no evidence of close by civilization, neither
visual nor audible.The next day we took the dinghies and explored the river above the 35' fixed bridge at Pocomoke City. We got as far as the Shad Landing State Park, and then turned back as it started to rain and turned cold. |
 Because of the great distance
that must be traveled to clear the Pocomoke Sound we decided to move our
boats near the mouth of the River that afternoon. Still rafted together we
proceeded down stream to Shelltown where we found what we thought was a good
anchor spot. Because it was nearly dark we elected to not take a line
ashore or set a second anchor to limit our swinging room. After all it
was dark and surely the tugs don't ply this river at night. Shortly
after dinner, I was cleaning dishes when I heard a freight train close
by. I didn't think there was rail line anywhere near, so I stuck my
head out the hatch to see that we had swung out into the center of the
channel and a tug boat with three barges in tow had managed to maneuver by
us. Dumb luck is usually the best kind.
The next day we broke up the raft for the first time in nearly 48 hours and headed separately out of the Pocomoke River, through the man-made cut (picture on the left) and into Pocomoke Sound. We were heading in separate directions, John and Christ toward Norfolk and the ICW - I back to the Patuxent River. I elected not to use the Broad Creek cut back to Crisfield as we were on a falling tide and I didn't want to take the risk that those 5' shoals I passed over two days ago would now be 4' shoals. So I joined John and Christy on the long trip down Pocomoke Sound to clear Watts Island and then head back up Tangier Sound. There was a moderate breeze of about 12-15 kts out of the SSW which was pretty much on our nose and it quickly built up a steep chop of 3-4' on the shallow sound. It took us nearly 8 miserable hours to clear Watts Island, at which point we decided to put into Tangier Island for the night. Pocomoke Sound is no fun with a fresh S-SW breeze. |