Calypso is back in the water, and we've moved her from Back Creek to Spa Creek. Let the season begin!
Century Club: Eva Hill
But we don't miss out on 80 degree days in April, even with a small craft advisory. On to Crab Creek.
Low tide, pollen, and moon jellyfish create a nasty stew in the creek. Brisk south wind today, so I didn't leave Crab Creek.
Some think that the designation "pink jobs" is derogatory. Maybe it is, but it describes weill what I do to ready the boats for teh season. Coordinating, cleaning (or arranging it), provisioning, and mountains of laundry. I'm guilty of stripping the soft goods off the boat in November, and then ignoring them until March. A laundry day is the pride I pay.
Don't even know if I can realistically hit my 100 days this year, given such a late start (bad weather, illness, distractions). But let's give it a go. Today was the first day on the water, kayaking Crab Creek. The air was warm, but the water cold. I'm recovering from Covid, so my lung capacity is still wanting. But the journey of a 100 days on the water starts with a single voyage.
The season has probaby ended. What started as a dribble as I left (the finally repaired) dock gathered force. I turned back, and as I got out of the kayak, the repair gave out. With water temperature just about 50 degrees, discretion was the right decision. Rick might try to fix it, but days like today will not come often.
Very windy today. I caught a flume ride on the wind and current into the entrance to Crab Creek this morning (if you go to the right of the red channel marker). The tide was even lower than yesterday's.
But a full moon is coming. Breezier than I bargained for. Crab Creek to the South River today.
My least favorite time of year -- putting Calypso to bed for the winter. Stripping stuff off, clearing stuff away, cleaning up.
A nice calm day for a Heron ride. Swung by the Rhode River to say hello to friends rafted up there (Whisper, Arcturus, Timeless) and then on to Stan & Joe's. On the way back, we pulled a Melges 24 off the shallows after they'd grounded themselves soundly. Good deed done.


