Summer Wanes

I have a hate/love relationship with september. The weather is perhaps the best of the entire year and I have probably had my best kiting days in this month with the water still warm but various fronts starting to come through. However, it marks the end of summer and beginning of fall and already I feel some depression. Sadly boating season is nearing an end.  I was hoping for 30 trips on the boat but we’ll end up somewhere between 25 and 30 which is ok.   We took the ladies out on saturday after Ellie’s birthday and there was a front coming and it was blowing pretty good right up the harbor.  We stayed on the sheltered side and I pumped up the inflatable and rowed Phoebe ashore.  I thought she would be interested in the crab carapaces strewn about but she was a bit disconcerted about how many there were.  I also showed her the fiddler crab holes and told her they were sleeping but this only seemed to put her more on edge. We paddled back and I took Ellie on a similar jaunt.  She was more interested in rowing at full speed and smashing into the out boat.  I finally had to put an end to that as I was getting tired and we were nearing naps and Cristin and I needed some work time.  When we got back to the mooring the swells were huge. This was partly from the squall and maybe partly from Isaac which was passing by at the time.   It took me a few tries to get the mooring.  We debated dropping everyone at the dock but the dock was fully immersed and rocking too much to be remotely safe.  We waited for the launch and he made at least a half dozen attempts to come alongside.  We were quite happy to be on board even though everybody quickly got soaked in the launch.  We next headed out to pick up two guests off of a Pearson sailboat.  A man got off first and quickly huddled in the corner of the launch and a woman, likely his wife, got off second.  He made no move to help her which I thought was strange considering the passage between boats was a bit tenuous.  We were then informed that he was completely seasick and she was on her way. There were no goodbyes or anything, nobody said a word.  I wonder what happened on that boat.

 

Above:  Ellie is so cute.  Of course she was looking for food.  Below:  This was Cristin’s position for the latter half of the season.  Phoebe spent the early part sitting in the captain’s chair with me but moved to the port side after a particularly hard trip back.