*A word that describes this morning’s air, and which only comes to mind because I wanted to use neither humid nor – gag -moist. So thanks to “Throw Mama From the Train,” I have sultry.
I thought my hiking days were over for the summer season, but thanks to foggy mornings, friends willing to join me on early runs, and an impulsive registration in a trail 1/2 in August, runs in the mountains will continue for a while yet. 😬
The other night we were joined by Roger and Sara aboard a chartered sailboat in the Sound, an evening event we acquired at a Lion’s Club auction earlier this year. Our Captain, Ed, provided safe passage to Port Madison, where we saw porpoises but lost wind. It picked back up on our return East, during which JJ had the helm most of the way.We were amazed by the bells and whistles on board that were unimaginable to us in our heyday of family sailing on the Odeon forty, thirty and even twenty years ago: a key starter (no more back breaking lawn mower starts!); a self tacking jib (eliminating the need to trip over the tiller (whaa?) while scrambling to the opposite seat to crank down the jib sheet during a tack); sheets (lines) in a centralized location (negating any reason to leave the cockpit whatsoever, much less to sit on the boom to crank down the main sail). Add to that food and drinks provided, and had we not been enjoying ourselves so thoroughly, we may have napped.