Anchored off Peterson’s Point, St. Leonard Creek
By Steve Allan
It isn’t often today that real adventure is encountered by chance. Too often it’s programmed and predictable, with little left to capriciousness or throwing caution to the wind. In the summer of 2015 I found a whole lot of the latter on the Patuxent River far 
from the madding crowds of the cruising hordes, perhaps just by letting a child’s adventure in a man’s body run wild. Arriving in Solomons after a windward slog down the Bay from the Little Choptank, some serious contemplation was in order. The whole cruise was on the skids. First Norfolk, then Smith Island were dropped because of a gimpy steering cable that had bunged up somehow, not to be trusted again. The autopilot failed to respond as a result, rendering my electronic crew out of commission. More
