I didn't see a single Weem. Not one.
Century Club: Ben Clark
I paddled around the Preist Point Bar. Got all sweaty.
Hot and sunny at 7am. Rays and sea nettles were about, but still not rocks.
Cruised the river, but had to curtail the fun because many folks are taking today off and making it a long weekend. I'm getting skunked by the fish.
Typical weekend thrills getting on and off the boatlift.
They burned down the gambling house.
It died with an awful sound.
I am hungry for a candy bar.
Think I'll eat a Mounds.
Academy rowing and sailing camps seem to be well underweigh, as is the construction of the new sea wall at the academy. I covered every practical shore of the Spa Creek. Few interesting visitors. Motored back against strong headwinds.
Big storm popped up over parole right after noon, and I didn't notice it until I was halfway out in the river. So I had to aquaboogie back to port.