Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Barnegat Bay, NJ
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Last Sunset of the Season
I'm sitting in the cockpit watching the sun set on Forked River for the last time this season.
The music is mellow, the beer is cold and I can smell the pork stew simmering down below. The orange sky is reflected in the ripples in the water. During the summer there would be a parade of boats going up river from the bay this time of night.
Tonight the only other person in the marina is my neighbor winterizing his trawler and the river is empty. In fact most of the slips are empty and the boats already hauled. A surprising number never went back in after Irene.
This was a weird year for us. We launched late as I ran into problems on a couple of big boat jobs. Weird weather, storms, floods, an earthquake and a hurricane making landfall a few miles south of us -- then petering out as it came ashore only to make a wreck of towns north of us. Aren't storms supposed to weaken when they come ashore?
At the end of the season, just as we got into the October weather I like best we broke a motor mount ending our season for anything other than hanging at the dock. We haul tomorrow and I'll start taking the galley apart to do the motor mount next weekend.
It just seems like this year never really got started before it ended.
C'est la vie
On Island Time, just off Barnegat Bay
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“The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective." - Henry David Thoreau