Category: Sailing Log

I don’t know how I can continue to be surprised that things are weird, but things are weird and it remains surprising. We sailed. Basically no one else did.

Poof. Everything was different. Last week was summer, and this week it wasn’t.

Labor Day: the unofficial end of summer and my last opportunity to wear those white capri pants. Alas, I didn’t get a chance, because Jenn was in sailing school.

I feel like that’s how all log entries have started recently. Again, I got to the shore late. It’s definitely gone past “coincidence” into “trend.”

As is so often the case, we got to the shore late. If I were going to include a meme to describe this phenomenon, I’d look up “morning people,” but I’m sure that whatever sentiment it would convey would apply to me equally at mid-afternoon, and I try not to communicate by meme.

I don’t love the title, but I’ve been to Myers Hole a lot, and I have to keep coming up with new names. I probably learned the term “redux” (from the Latin verb reducere, meaning “to lead back”) when they released the extended cut of Apocalypse Now, but in ancient Rome, Fortuna Redux was also the form of the goddess of luck who helped travelers return from long and dangerous voyages. She was often depicted as carrying a cornucopia and a rudder, which is at least vaguely nautical.

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.

My friend Michael came down for a sail.

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: