I’m back in my cave earlier than usual. Sigrid and Gretchen moved me back in the week after Labor Day compared to my usual late September move. A switch is thrown somewhere at the shore on the day after labor day. Many stores close and await the weekends; the life guards are mostly gone back to school, and people/cars traffic is way down. It becomes lonely.
Back at the cave and on a foggy morning I discovered that the spiders have enjoyed being undisturbed. I can’t walk off of the sun deck because of these lovely barriers.
My summer was pleasant as it always is, with family during the week, expanded family on weekends, and Barbara at her nearby summer rental which also overlooks the bay. One new feature was the jungle on Grampa’s deck. I started some Morning Glory seeds before I moved down, and I enjoyed seeing them work their way up the supporting strings I provided. But they won’t be invited back as they never bloomed. Fortunately the white-bloomed Mandevilla enjoyed the scene and provided lots of blooms. I’ve relocated it to my sun room. I’m not optimistic about winter bloom but we’ll see.
A summer highlight is the annual Downbay Regatta which our club hosts. The weather didn’t cooperate and, in fact, although the boats headed for the sailing grounds on Saturday they returned without holding any races. Sunday dawned with great clouds but WIND and no precip. A glorious afternoon ensued. Here’s Spy, one of the Barnegat Bay A-cat fleet which visited us to compete.
Now, please forgive me for a little pride and bragging. Our most exciting event this summer was the selection and election of my favorite son-in-law, Bob Kiep as Rear Commodore of our summer club, the Little Egg Harbor Yacht Club for next year. In the normal course of events he will advance in rank and wind up as the 103rd Commodore for the club’s one hundred and ninth season in 2021. I am moved by the great history of this club, and proud of Bob’s selection to help guide it over the next three years. Here he is delivering his acceptance speech at the Labor Day annual meeting.
Here’s the family at the annual Commodore’s Ball a couple of nights earlier. In three years they’ll be holding this ball in his honor.
As seen from the deck of the Commodore’s Ball, the A-cat, Ghost, at her summer mooring. She is owned by the New Jersey Maritime Museum. We note that the cormorant is observing the no-wake buoy.
Well, that’s it folks. The season’s over. Here’s a farewell twilight after the ball.
And for the third year I close with this image of Johnathan Livingston Seagull, just as sad as am I that the season and my summer time with the family are over.
The season’s over.
Where’s my map to Florida?
Time to saddle up.