Sometimes I really love being at anchor. I'm in a snug little lagoon about 2 miles off Chesapeake Bay with my anchor holding firm on a 3:1 scope in 6 feet of water over mud. The boat has barely moved all night -- even through a thunderstorm! And now I've got glassy smooth water with a light layer of fog below a cloudy dawn, with birds all around me just waking up.
NEW FAVORITE HOBBY JUST DROPPED! Watching Marylanders lose their shit over the mere suggestion of maybe NOT naming the replacement for the Francis Key Scott bridge after the slaver who openly thought of black people as inferior.
Hey Maryland. It's a bridge. Scott took a British song and put new lyrics (including racist ones, see 3rd verse) on it.
Wonderful and VERY WET day at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival yesterday. So very wet! Came home with one Romney fleece and enough Cotswald and silk roving to make a sweater.
I love this festival - it's such of mix of people, but honestly I was surprised to see nuns! Also lots of men in kilts (accompanied by a discouraging number of long, yellowish gray beards braided with beads on the end).
Well, I tripped twice, ate the ground one of the times, had back spasms, and some slight asthma, but other wise, a good "reduced effort" trail run. Woof.