It's a quiet day on the South River, with a bit of breeze. Few boats out there -- lots of sea room. Most importantly, it's pretty cool -- in the 40s. So why does the D-Bag driver of a center console feel the need to get within yards of me and give me a 2 foot wake in his urgency to come to nearly a dead halt once past me to go fishing? I had time to turn into it and avoid the worst of the splashing, but it would have been miserable if I hadn't. Ugh. Some people. (Every power boater needs to spend some time in a vessel vulnerable to wakes to gain a little empathy.)
Century Club: Eva Hill
I asked myself that a dozen times as I walked down to the community dock. The wind was definitely "sporty" today, but I ultimately decided to drop the kayak in. It was work, and the wind had pushed a lot of water out, so I couldn't go nearly as far into the branches of the creek as I normally do. But as always, having gone out, there was the pleasure of a beautiful day and the sense of checking off another day on the water.
Small craft advisory starting this afternoon, so I got my strokes in earlier this morning. Breezy and cool. Church Creek made the most sense, as it was with the wind on the way back (but against the tide).
October has snuck in and the leaves are still green; just barely thinking about turning. The weather is crisp and clear. Maybe October is the best month?
Crab to Church Creek today.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.