Every time we start living in a place, our local adventures turn into past ghosts almost immediately. Riding the bike in traffic, hiking across the apartment complex and foraging for local food, keeping the boat stocked and the projects moving, the almost-eclipse…
All of a sudden, a whole bunch of time has passed. And I didn’t say anything about going sailing, which we have quite a bit this summer!
Summer in the Chesapeake doesn’t require much clothing, but it’s always good to check the weather.
This boat from Brunswick, ME, gave us both pangs of longing.
It’s in Mill Creek, just behind Possum Point. We keep going, when we visit. Past Providence and Martins Coves, around green can buoy “11”, we anchor up at 10:1 and chill the fuck out. Swimming, scrubbing the bottom, and sometimes rowing over to Cantler’s, but never failing to enjoy the trip and the stop and the being away from the place that turns into a blur of quotidien tasks, meals, and chores.
Of course, we love that too, with our sexy Ganesh and La Sirena and the whole boat of our devising.