Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Thankfulness

During this season of Thanksgiving we are thankful for the many hands who cheerfully bailed the boat (which had at least a foot of water in it!) with the winds howling and high tide slapping at their boots and for those who scrubbed life jackets around the communal washstand. Oh, the many hands made light the work. The joy of just 'being' together.




One last look at our 'precious' before we head home. She's sitting higher in the water now. You can't even tell 2 inches of rain fell during the morning. So, if it was only 2 inches then how come there was over a foot of water in the boat?

 
With luck and weather on our side we will try again
to take out the boat - Dec 3.

 
Here are a few pictures from Jill.
Rain didn't keep her from showing off the boat to her out of town friends.
 
 
Even in the rain she's pretty.
 
 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Last row... the wind was out of the southwest, huge dark ominous clouds rolled over our heads, and just enough of us to row one last time.


We seldom every get to see the gang plank horizontal. The waterway was so full!
 

 
The Vérité, Curtis and the Odyssey. What a nice trio.



The 509 cable stay bridge was beautiful with the dark background and sunlight hitting the stays.

Tea Time!
 



 


Cheers to our last row!




The photo trail ends here, but what you won't see is what we did next. We squeezed a little more light out of the sky for a few more strokes.  Instead of practicing shipping oars, catching crabs or lallygagging down the waterway, the conditions were just right to let Teresa, one of our newest try her hand at the steering oar. Wind and water were in her favor. At the mouth of the Thea Foss she turned us smartly around and brought us back to the zone. At that point mother hen clucked and returned to the stern to bring Verite into dock. Another wonderful row, but then when isn't it?

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Daylight Wanings

 
The sun was waning, the wind was blowing, the water was dark and foreboding.
We went out anyway.
We were later than usual - we had tea first.
Inside we talked of days when there would be no rowing.
We talked of scraping, sanding, and deciding where;
Of registering and resources and jobs to share.
And then we went rowing
those who could...
against wind and tide,
and chillzies.
 

 
Need we say, it was a breeze coming back?
 
 
The others walked ahead...
I don't think they saw
the glow and glimmer.
The best scene of all.
 
Good night 
Good night oars who row us far,
Good night masts who make us strong,
Good night lines - please hold her tight.
Good night Vérité,
Good night gig good night.