Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A DAy Off The Water

SHIP'S LOG:

Yesterday was a day off the water. I took the opportunity of a beautiful day to go see my great-niece for the first time. It was a most enjoyable way to spend a part of the day. She is really marvelous and I could have spent hours just watching her. Unfortunately, Alexa Grace and her parents live almost two hours away down 95 in Cos Cob and even in the best of times, it isn't a joy ride. Still, considering that she awaits at the drive's end, it will be worth the trouble to make it with a fair amount of regularity. . . . until she develops the typical "baby's death grip" and begins to apply it to mustaches and beards, mine in particular!

The four hours of driving took a big chunk out of the day but the day was pleasant and I spend some time on the TYC porch with Henry. There is part of a keg left over from the commodores Trophy Race and the powers that be would like it finished off. So Henry and I and a few others are doing our best to accommodate their wishes.

With the club pretty much closed down during the week, the fishermen problems is surfacing again. During the sailing season, when there are people here daily until after 10 at night, local fishermen often head out to the end of the dock to fish late at night. They remove the lights at the end of the dock and leave hooks, lures, bait and assort fish offal all over the end of the dock. Some days the detritus is worse than others. They do not have permission to fish from our docks, in deed it is against the by-laws of the club for members to do so. And now that the club is winding down for the season, they are getting more and more bold. Two of them parked their cars in the officers' parking spots and strode down the dock, fishing equipment in hand. They seemed to take great offense when I told them that they couldn't fish here and that they also had to move their cars as well. The strange thing is that about a mile away as the dolphin swims there is a long, long dock at Fort Trumbull. There is parking and fishing is not only permitted but encouraged. It is a mystery to me why they want to fish here instead of there.

Some disturbing news is being whispered about the club that a "cold front" is coming this weekend that might actually produce "FROST!" Sure if it dose, it won't be here but inland, but just the thought is enough to shiver one's bones! I count five empty moorings in the field indicating the the exodus has begun. It is not a joyous prospect!

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