Coffee on the deck at sunrise. The 70° wind is out of the NW at about 9 knots. The humidity’s low after a cool night in the 60’s, and the bright early-morning sun is warming the Great White and Great Blue Herons resting in a copse out on Mordecai Island. The pair of Ospreys which favors us in August, on their way to some more hospitable space, is breakfasting on the stand on Mordecai. the Purple Martins have left on their way to samba in Brazil, and as another part of the general migration, my kids and their dogs and one cat have gone home to prepare for the fall semester. Clearly fall is headed this way and I haven’t even posted any summer snapshots.
The club’s Centennial weekend was hectic but fun and full of warm feelings about the years. Sunday afternoon’s highlight was the sneakbox races. These shoal boats began their lives as low-profile hunting boats which drew very little water and could thus hide themselves in cuts through the marsh grasses. They evolved to the racing world and, pigs though they were, the kids learned on them for many years into the mid-90’s when the Opti Prams were adopted. Those in the picture had all been restored and returned to their sailing days for one afternoon.
Saturday night brought the dinner dance where over 500 gathered to reminisce. Descendants of the 1912 founders were well represented.
I thought the summer was the hottest I could remember and it seems that those who keep track of such things have reported that it was. There were many days when this was the best possible thing to do, especially before the boomers rolled in.
But some days you couldn’t do much of anything except maybe put your feet up with a good book.
Barbara hosted her biennial gathering of her family from around the country, arranging a lovely place for all of them right on the bay. Lots of fishing and water sports.
Aside from my kids having to return early — one to pre-season soccer practice, the other to start at Cornell, it’s been a good summer. As you can see from the snapshot below with Bob, my favorite son-in-law, I haven’t aged much more. The glasses of icewater were refreshing on a warm evening.