Friday, July 20, 2018

something wicked this way comes

An unusual storm is coming up from the south this weekend.  In the winter we have nor'easters.  I've heard this described as a sou'easter. 


 From the Washington Post....

  It could be a tough weekend for beachgoers along the East Coast. A bizarre storm system with potentially subtropical characteristics looks to trek up the East Coast, bringing with it the potential of heavy rain, windy conditions, and perhaps some localized flooding from the eastern Carolinas to coastal New England.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Pathfinders north and south


Two consecutive emails brought news of John Welsford Pathfinders to the north and south of me.  Way south in Aruba good friend Rik treated himself and friends to a sail on VANESSA.  I really love the smile on his face, can't blame him one bit for that.  Seems as if there is always plenty of wind down there and I know Rik enjoys it.


To the north Bobby sent me photographs of of the newly lettered and first time (for Bobby) rigged LAGNIAPPE.  He hopes to have her out for a first sail in the next week or two and I'll be looking forward to photographs from that great day.


I am happy to sail that both Rik and Bobby have sailed on SPARTINA, maybe one day I'll sail on their Pathfinders.  Thanks for the emails and photos, guys, enjoyed hearing from you both.

Monday, July 16, 2018

Charm City by rail and back


Leaving the station at dawn, crossing the Elizabeth then up to the fall line before turning north just inside the tidal rivers.


D.C. by 11:00, Baltimore and the Inner Harbor by 12:30.  A long walk along the shore with the oldest daughter, then a water taxi to Fells Point.


A visit to the Waterfront Hotel to pay homage to "Homicide, Life on the Streets," a favorite television show and if you haven't seen it, too bad, it's gem that is hard to find.


A Natty Boh at the Waterfront, then oysters and mussels at, where else, Bertha's.  


The water taxi back to the inner harbor for an O's game, and unusual and unexpected win in a season filled with losses.


Dawn, a long walk at the edge of the water, from the inner harbor to Canton and back, followed by a visit to a poet's grave. 


Back on the tracks, through D.C. to an evening run along the Potomac.


Crossing the Elizabeth once more, this time at dusk, returning home.  A nice weekend.


Thursday, July 12, 2018

I'm sorry, you're breaking up


So I get a phone call from a colleague this morning.  The plans for the trip to the Eastern Shore have changed.  Maybe, after all,  I don't need to make the drive.  What could I say?  "We've got a bad cell connection, I'm sorry, you're breaking up."  A garbled exchange: What?, Huh?, Can't quite understand you.  The voice, tinged with defeat, says well, ok, maybe show up, but an hour later.  I can hear that part.  An extra hour to hang out on the working waterfront and white sandy beach at Cape Charles.  Got to love a bad phone connection.  Yeah, I can hear you now.









Sunday, July 8, 2018

tastes of summer, Chris


Had friends over last night for dinner, everyone bringing a bit of seafood, salad, dessert and drinks.


Boiled crawfish and steamed little neck clams.  I was busy at the boiling pot and missed getting a photo of the huge wild caught Carolina shrimp.


Breezy with a light overcast, it was a great night to sit out on the back deck and enjoy.


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Last night's breeze was of course courtesy of Tropical Storm Chris which is meandering off the Carolinas.  It will slide north and out to sea, taking with it my chance to sail today.  Clear skies and comfortably cool, it would have been a gusty, double reefed sail.  Lately work has been a little bit too much like work, so I'll relax and catch my breath today.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

success


Every dog has his day.
Today was mine.
Perfect.

a recipe


  • one pound live crawfish
  • one pound dry scallops (dry meaning right off the boat, no chemicals added)
  • one pound jumbo wild-caught shrimp
  • a few bottles O'Connor's Green Can Golden Ale for cooking*
* "for cooking" means that you don't cook with them, you drink them while cooking