From the outset, Sunday was almost everything Saturday had not been. Most important, I had good company.
Tom and I rose at 3:30 a.m. in Chesapeake City. The cabin was warm. Outside, it was about 30 degrees Farenheit.
By 4 a.m., Robin's bow poked into a favorable current that was flooding toward Delaware City, at the eastern end of the C&D canal where it joins the Delaware River.
There is a book of tide and current charts in a drawer under Robin's chart table. We had gotten our tidal information over the Internet, though. We were informed that the current would head east at about 1:30 a.m. in Chesapeake City and that the flood tide on the Delaware River would begin in Delaware City at about 2:50 a.m.
The result was that we would have the tide with us both in the canal and, intially at least, in the River.
Soon Robin was covering distance over the ground at 8 knots.
On Friday, I'd heard over radio channel 16 that the canal was closed to all traffic due to fog. Sunday morning, there was no fog nor any wind. There have been times that it has taken Robin 3 hours to transit the canal. This day, we saw the river ahead in an hour and a half.
A ship steaming toward Philadelphia flashed by the end of the canal as we watched. When we were between the canal-end jetties, there was a tug with barge, its running lights blazing, just north of the entrance. I called on channel 13 and a gentleman with a southern accent -- it surprises me how the voices of many tug captains share the deep resonance of a cello and a southern flavor -- answered and said he saw us. He rounded into the canal beside us without incident.
Within a half hour, the eastern sky showed the first light of day. There was a high overcast as there had been on Saturday, but there were enough breaks that the sun, when it rose, could shine through.
Well before we reached Philadelphia, at 10:30 a.m., a light breeze had risen from the west. We didn't bother raising sails. No sense being greedy when you're already making good time.
At about noon, we passed under the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge and slanted in toward the Riverton Yacht Club, closed for the season. I'd alerted daughter Joy that we were coming through. She brought the boys, Richie and Justin, to the yacht club parking lot, where we circled and took pictures of each other.

Joy snapped a picture or two, while Richie poked his head through the moon roof and waved.
We made it into the Neshaminy State Marina an hour later, where Monica met us.
We never lost the current the entire trip and finished the journey with a nine-hour run. Now Robin awaits a winter and spring up on dry land, where the projects are too many to list.