22 July 2011 Heat

I’m sure the main focus of our day was the same as everyone’s ashore: the heat.  While Seguin was probably definitely cooler than the mainland, it was still hotter than foxes fornicating in a wool sock out here.  In a perverse reversal from a month ago, Amy & I were scrounging for ways to cool the house down, instead of warm it up.

There were many folks who thought to come to Seguin to beat the heat.  Early on we got a call Anne & Greg, saying they were coming a day early to escape the heat inshore.  Attempting to get work done prior to their arrival, I was caught completely off guard by the Southport Yacht Club dumping 52 small children on us (a la Small Point Summer School) for an hour.  I had flashbacks to last week as I watched boat after boat disgorge children into The Cove.  I’m sure you all remember my rant from last week, so I will simply say that this group of kids behaved no differently than the last group of kids.

When Anne & Greg did finally arrive on Ghost Dancing, I had to launch the dinghy to row out to them, as Darcy & Lara were making a ruckus that was reverberating off of both sides of The Cove.  After the dogs had gingerly touched noses from the gunwales of their respective boats, the decibel level dropped enough, that I could invite Anne & Greg up to the Keeper’s Quarters for mussels & cold libations.  Because of the heat, even the rising tide didn’t trouble me, as gathering mussels took me into waist deep water on the east side, and provided another opportunity to cool off.

Smallest boat, biggest character

By the time evening rolled around the Cove was full.  Much to my amusement, Ghost Dancing, the smallest of the boats at 32’, occupied the Coast Guard mooring with the heaviest anchor, while two 40’ boats rafted up to each other, and made off bow & stern to the two small moorings.  The picture above was taken Saturday morning, but you get the idea.  We had an excellent time with Anne & Greg, the mussels yet again did not make us sick, and we swapped some funny stories.  Anne took the blue ribbon for her story about almost colliding with a whale, but you’ll all have to ask her for that tale.  I won’t steal the wind from her sails.

Now that the sun is down, the temperature is falling off rapidly, & 70F feels like 50F does usually, so I’m happy.  Amy & I by mutual decision agreed that I would sleep on the futon tonight, to prevent both of us from overheating.  It’s to the best anyways as I will be up on and off all night working on bread dough for the morning.