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5/20/11 -  5/23/11  There is so much to say about the Chesapeake Bay that it is hard to start.   After reading Michener's novel "Chesapeake" it was actually sort of a disap- pointment to begin motoring up the shore line and not see indian teepees with camp fires smoking in front of them.  It is, after all, only a body of water with thousands of expensive houses built to absorb it's beauty and fertile fishing.   Our aim was Washington D.C. so we didn't dawdle making our way to the mouth of the Potomac River.   The first evening in the river we made anchor in the middle of a small inlet called "The Glebe".   It is only a couple of hundred yards across surrounded with modest homes.   As we sat on the back deck for after-supper cocktails a lady came out of one of the houses carrying her french horn and sat down at her dock.   After some scales she gave us a 30 minute concert of popular song fragments ending in a full length rendition of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow".   She even responded when we yelled "More!".  After one more song she curtsied as we applauded.   Unforgettable!   A couple more days and we made our way into Gangplank Marina in Washington.