Hazel making sure the ducks, geese, and swans are moving
along. Shhhhh..... It makes her feel important.
Hubris. With only 1200 HP, she's got 1187 more horses than me.
It seems like she spends more time at the dock than Bay Rhumb.
Proof that global warming is no farce. Palm trees in New Jersey.
The backdrop couldn't have been better, except if it was less blurry.
A Barnegat Bay A Cat with the Barnegat Lighthouse in the distance.
And Dad's ashes are still stirring around on the bay floor.
Spy, from Island Heights, had a leisurely sail downbay toward
Surf City, and then doubled back downwind home to its Toms
River mooring. This may very well be the first time I've seen an
A Cat on the bay on a day other than a Saturday. When I spotted
the huge mainsail on the southern horizon, I made a concerted effort
to cross behind her, allowing me to snap some shots. I think they
thought I was stalking them.
When daddy sails without mom on board, the cockpit cushions
stay down below. Sailing isn't always supposed to be comfortable.
Doggie seemed to adapt to the hardship.
With a bone in our teeth, we sailed to weather into the prevailing
southerly breeze, knowing that in about an hour or so, we'd reach
the mouth of Forked River. After enduring the raucous
surroundings of tailgating and the following game the day before,
this was the perfect ending to that most satisfying two day stretch.