It seems endless.
The next days' weather looks un-promising, and I'm going to attempt tennis tomorrow, so this is it for a few days. Pushed on to Little Aberdeen Creek. All the osprey attempting to establish residence on the boats on the South River between Crab and Little Aberdeen Creeks seem to have been evicted. For now.
After a week of hedonism, I'm back to my home waters. It's Monday, so the weather is axiomatically nice. The coming days don't look great, so I'll get out on the water when I can.
I was going to name today's log entry "Pollen Soup." But then I saw a pair of large turtles in Crab Creek diving and flipping around. One of them approached me in my kayak, staring me down. I blinked first, and pushed away when it got within 10 feet of me.
Breezy today, so I stayed in Crab Creek. It's my 5th day in a row, which is just as well, since there won't be much kayaking next week.
Got to 25 days today, paddling from Crab Creek to Church Creek. Still a long way to go.
Flat calm is great for paddling (if it's not too hot, which it wasn't today). But all of the gunk -- rafts of pollen, mats of dental flossy green seaweed -- is gathered at the cul-de-sac of our little cove. It seems my Pandora senses the chill atmosphere and feeds me a playlist of mellow music.
Are there otters in the creeks? I know I saw them in the gross Canal du Midi in France, and I think I saw similar in Crab Creek.
Made it way deep into Church Creek today.
All was well inside Crab Creek, but once I got out into the South River, I got my butt kicked a bit from the chop.
Well, the South River osprey that attempted to make a home on the canvas of a Sea Ray apparently was evicted. Not to be deterred, it seems now to have roosted on the hard top of another boat. Fun!
Not a very boat-y weekend. Saturday was rainy, windy and grim. We'd hoped to take Heron to the annual meeting of the Chesapeake Bay Sabre Association at Gibson Island, but it was a no-go. Rick devoted Sunday to fixing the electrical problems on Calypso (successfully, we think). Meanwhile, I went to yet another Terps baseball game in College Park to cheer on my nephew Sam Hojnar. He had a banner day with 2 home runs and a double, pushing the Terps to a series victory over Illinois. Go Sammy!
Today's paddle was marred by stratospheric pollen counts. Ugh. Went from Crab Creek to Little Aberdeen Creek. Ran into Century Club candidate Brett Smith.
Shooting for 100 days on the water has me going out on the kayak more often than I might otherwise. Marginal weather, and I'll take my chances. Now that I've embarked on this attempt to log 100 days, I realize that it's the only way I'll have a change to reach the goal. I don't live aboard (would have done in easily in 2014!), I don't race on weeknights, I don't have any charters planned for this year, and life has a way of interfering with those long weekends I'd love to have on Calypso.
So, here I am, on a 45 degree morning, having completed a meander around Crab Creek. The tide is high today, again, reaching the bottom of most of the non-floating docks. Pink Moon?
