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Ghosting on the Miles River
For many who bring boats to the festival, Friday is the best day. All the boats are there, and friends, but the crowds haven’t arrived yet. It’s the most relaxing day if you get there early enough. A few people even manage to get there on Thursday, stretching that bliss out a little longer.
Weather was challenging this year. Friday was beautiful, but Small Craft Warnings were up all day Saturday and Sunday – cold, blowing hard, and raining.
We took both boats, but only got one launched. Caesura had her first dip in the water, and we took several great sails in her. Then things got a bit out of our league for untested gear.
postcard from the road
Leaving before daylight.
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One last post from the South before we head North. Tomorrow we load up for St. Michaels.
Got in one last quick sail on Monday before my brother had to head back. I had to leave early the next morning. More storm clouds, rain in the distance, always closing in. But light steady wind.
My brother Todd drove down from Atlanta to be here for the first open water launch. He was on the boat with me for that first sail, too, which was very cool. Mom and Dad were there, and took photos as we rigged up and sailed off.
The pretty clouds became big angry looking clouds by late afternoon. We could hear the thunder when we launched, and watched them grow bigger and bigger as we sailed – not really moving toward us so much as growing toward us.
This is how they looked when we got off the water, a little sooner than we might have otherwise.
