One of the consequences of writing down all of your sailing activities is that when your sailing activities aren’t all that exciting, and you have to keep writing “we sailed upwind, then we sailed downwind and came home,” it tends to reinforce that you’re not exactly pushing the boundaries. We haven’t even used the anchor this year, so we decided to go down to the shore a little later than usual and have dinner on the hook.
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My friend Michael came down for a sail.
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It’s been a while since I’ve done a “random assortment of nonsense” post, so here you go. Snippets from one day on Barnegat Bay:
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When I was younger and had no sense of consequence, I came home in a rented car that I had picked up for an early work meeting the next day. There were a bunch of people at my house, and I asked them if they wanted to see how fast it would go. The Dodge Stratus was not developed with speed in mind, but if you take one out into the Pine Barrens and stand on the accelerator for long enough, it will get up toward 120. My brother, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said “Watch out for the curve.”
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We braved the teeming boat traffic on Independence Day proper to go for a sail. I did not expect to have to make the request “bring me my harpoon,” but, eh, sailing is unpredictable.
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Well, they’re mostly not buoys, but whatever.
I’ve been playing the New York Times crossword puzzle, despite the fact that it is frequently irritating to me.
Sure, it’s probably one of the four horses mentioned in Revelation, but hey, like I always say, “Ride that apocalypse horse, baby!”
Jen said, “This is a great sail, and you’re not going to have anything to write about.”
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A picture taken in any direction would have looked like it came from a different day.
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