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Amanda happy on the Chickahominy
More snow, sleet and freezing rain today. A good day to sit by the fire and look at pictures of summer.
One of the trips that didn’t get posted was a quick one to the Chickahominy late in the season. Amanda called one evening as I was driving home from work, and said “Let’s go sailing this weekend.” Powerful arm-twisting words, those are.
I don’t want much.
credit: Off-shore fishing cabin in Port Mansfield, TX. Contributed by Christian Heuer.
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The drive in to work was a little different this morning. Sleet hissed on the tin roof all night, then rain. Then it all froze.
Nice that the roads stayed clear.
Tonight, dense fog.
More sleet and snow and freezing rain coming by morning. One to three inches.
Almost exactly one year ago, to the day.
The Corrotoman juts off the north shore of the Rappahannock, a mile or so upriver from the White Stone Bridge.
When I was a boy the bridge scared me. Even my dog was afraid of the bridge, and would cower in the floor of the back seat when she saw the big steel trusses approaching.
Not just because it is very high for a bridge – when it was built post Pearl Harbor, the Navy wanted to use the deep Rappahannock as a hurricane hole and disperse the fleet from Norfolk quickly, and be able to get upriver and back even if a storm (or Japanese planes) knocked out the power, so a low, drawbridge type wouldn’t do – but, more significantly, because it was so high a few people had gone over the edge to their deaths. Driving across you could see scars in the guardrails where they swerved and bounced over. Grandfather never failed to point them out. I could imagine too clearly the bumping crunch, the long silence of the drop, and the explosive splash at the end.
T plays.
She has another show coming up.
It messes with her head.
Fall arrive late this year. Couple of weeks late. Been warm.
When the the leaves finally turned, a big wind storm came and blew them all away.
Got a few photos before they were gone.
Steve Earley in Spartina
A long time ago, when I asked why puffs of wind coursing across the water were called “cat’s paws,” I was told it’s because the wind makes patterns on the surface shaped like a cat’s paw. Sounded reasonable.
Well, obviously, this is wrong. And clearly an explanation made up by someone who never set foot on a sailboat once their whole life.