Some days, the water is just gross, with floating leaves and mud and gunk. After I wipe down my kayak with a towel, the towel needs to dumped in a Biohazard container.
Century Club: Eva Hill
Thursday, October 3, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
Not for a while anyway. Don't have to get up early to beat the heat anymore; now I'm seeking it for paddling.
Crab Creek today.
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
I got up early, but it was raining. And it kept raining. Even though the Doppler said it wasn't, my senses said otherwise. It finally stopped after lunch. I got to check out our jerry-rigged community dock (done by Rick "McGyver" Hill) who attached the dock to the pier with fancy rope tying. It will hold until the pros replace the corroded-through fittings. Ah, Brackish Life.
Church Creek today.
Saturday, September 28, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
Too wind-less to sail, so we took Heron for a happy hour promenade. Into Almshouse Creek to explore (there's a lot of creek there!) and then up the South River all the way to Rt. 50. Nice way to spend a Saturday night. Textbook docking, for a change.
Thursday, September 26, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
A sticky day on the water. Paddled to LIttle Aberdeen Creek. Against the tide, but with the wind on the way back. Caught a wave and surfed it.
Tuesday, September 24, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
The tide is especially high today. Many fixed docks are underwater at high tide, while others are just inches away from being so.
With strong tides and breezy conditions today, I stayed in Crab Creek.
Saturday, September 21, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
As water-oriented as our community is, there just aren't as many boat-up-and-dock spots to have lunch. So we did the tried-and-true and took Heron to Stan & Joe's Riverfront in Galesville. A beautiful afternoon for it, but much windier than forecast.
Friday, September 20, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
Every morning is a negotiation between the part of me that wants to stay in bed, and the part that wants to get out on the water. This morning was especially difficult, as last night we'd gone to the 9:30 Club for the Old 97s show. It's a better workout than paddling, as the music moves me physically and mentally. My ears are still ringing, and my calves ache froms standing and dancing for hours. But I made it out this morning.
Once out of Crab Creek and onto the South River, I noticed big bugs on the water. Lots of them. Turns out they were lantern flies, and not all of them were did. Some were paddling their legs frantically to get out of the water. I wasn't going to give them a paddle up. They are quite beautiful, but invasive.
Thursday, September 19, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
The migration south begins, with boats from all over gathering in Annapolis and waiting out the worst of hurricane season before heading to points south. They'll mostly leave after the boat shows next month. Today, an ancient Sabre 30 or 32 was anchored at the mouth of our creek -- no home port, so I don't know its story.
Paddled to Church Creek today.
Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Number of days:
1 day
They are terrific subjects for photos.
Windy today, so I stayed in Crab Creek.