‘Wind more essential than blood’ the poet wrote. Obviously not literally true, but for a few almost.
Carol is on her way back to the 600’ flatlands and until a few minutes ago I was standing in the companionway, sipping Botanist and listening to the non-classical playlist on the Boom 2s. A partially cloudy sky and a 12 to 14 knot breeze blowing up Skull Creek from the south. I loved the feel of the wind on my skin. The land has been too much with me these last few days and will be again. But to be here, on the water, feeling GANNET move beneath me—who wants stolidly and stability?—was wonderfully restoring and will enable me to face the hassles ahead.
To bike to the ocean is about a six mile ride and you can ride bikes on the beach.