The air temperature, water temperature, and humidity are all about the same today: 80ish. Fitting for my 80th day this year. A paddle around Crab Creek.
Century Club: Eva Hill
Much as we like Stan & Joe's Riverside, it's the ONLY place we've ever gone for lunch on Heron. So this time, we went to HIgh Tide Grill (Harper's) on Turkey Point off Selby Bay. Nice to have another option.
Watched just one tense set of tennis between Carlos Alcaraz and Ben Shelton last night, but it was late so I went to bed. This morning, I didn't feel like getting out on the water (the hardest part is the first step), so I tossed a coin. If Ben won, I would go. Ben won! Turned out to be a nice but breezy and choppy day on Crab and Church Creeks.
Beautiful weather for a paddle.
We embarked on a long-ish cruise with the Sailing Club of the Chesapeake. Not members yet, but working on it.
Friday, 9/4 - took the Ks with us aboard Heron to Almshouse Creek for a wine-tasing party.
Saturday, 9/5 - sailed Calypso to Oxford. Discovered that the west side of Knapps Narrows is not deep enough for us, but plowed through. Otherwise, a delicious day of sailing to La Trappe Creek. A totally new destination for us, but worth the bumps and 6 hours of sailing. Raftup party.
Sunday, 9/6 - quick motor to the Tred Avon and DeMillo's marina after a morning of swimming and mahjong with the Whispers. Barbecue at a member's home in Oxford, followed by ice cream.
Monday, 9/7 - sailed around Blackwalnut Point almost all the way home. Brisk sailing, but after 5 hours we needed to stop tacking if we wanted to actually get home at some point.
September is the best month around here, but it's still summer. The humidity tells the story,.
Paddled to Ferry Point and back. Nice breeze.
I'm so behind in this year's Century Club that I've had to break the quest into increments. August's goat was to reach 70, and I managed it today -- the last chance I had given upcoming travel.
Crab Creek was still and sticky today.
This heron sat motionlessly on a bulkhead in the creek for a looooong time, before he flew off, squawking, into the woods.
It's the kind of weather where in the morning, you have no idea whether to add a layer, knowing that it's only a matter of time before you don't need it. Crab Creek is lovely in the crisp morning.
