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Sunday, July 27, 2008
The boy is swimming!
My boy went with his grandparents for two weeks for a very productive visit. He learned to swim. I'm totally stoked!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Dakine PosiLock Strap (smash or trash?)
Yesterday I got an early start at work so I felt justified in taking off a little early with James to go to the Gloucester Seafood spot and get a little sailing in. The hot day and the promise of late afternoon thunder boomers were generating a nice 19kt SE wind, according to iWindsurf reports. Looking out at the York confirmed this hence the white caps.
By the time we got to the spot though, the breeze had dropped off to about 10 and the heat was oppressive. We rigged anyhow because it still seemed promising. James had his Kona longboard with a 7.5m sail and I had my UltraCat with my 6.9. This was also my maiden voyage for my new DaKine Tabu harness. I hooked in and the strap became loose. I tried to unhook, but due to the looseness, I was unsuccessful and hence I fell into my sail cussing and spitting. James and I goofed with the strap without success. Sadly, I returned to my car and fetched Ol Yeller for the rest of the session.
Last night I checked the web and found this very helpful video that demonstrates just how simple it is. I followed the protocol and now it seems solid. Guess I need to get back out there to make sure!
After the harness fiasco we had a rockin sesh! The wind picked back up to 20 and we zipped out and back with the unofficial quest of reaching the lighthouse on the other side of the river near Goodwin Island. After some tacks and much progress though, the sky became purple and there was the distant sound of thunder. We beat it down wind to get back to the beach. This was where I had some difficulty. I really need to learn to jibe. The few times that I tried it yesterday, I spilled. So I reverted to tacking, which is silly because I basically did 270 degree turns, but at least I could do that without falling. Argh, I still have much to learn from the master, I mean Dr. James before he departs for Fla in a couple of weeks!
By the time we got to the spot though, the breeze had dropped off to about 10 and the heat was oppressive. We rigged anyhow because it still seemed promising. James had his Kona longboard with a 7.5m sail and I had my UltraCat with my 6.9. This was also my maiden voyage for my new DaKine Tabu harness. I hooked in and the strap became loose. I tried to unhook, but due to the looseness, I was unsuccessful and hence I fell into my sail cussing and spitting. James and I goofed with the strap without success. Sadly, I returned to my car and fetched Ol Yeller for the rest of the session.
Last night I checked the web and found this very helpful video that demonstrates just how simple it is. I followed the protocol and now it seems solid. Guess I need to get back out there to make sure!
After the harness fiasco we had a rockin sesh! The wind picked back up to 20 and we zipped out and back with the unofficial quest of reaching the lighthouse on the other side of the river near Goodwin Island. After some tacks and much progress though, the sky became purple and there was the distant sound of thunder. We beat it down wind to get back to the beach. This was where I had some difficulty. I really need to learn to jibe. The few times that I tried it yesterday, I spilled. So I reverted to tacking, which is silly because I basically did 270 degree turns, but at least I could do that without falling. Argh, I still have much to learn from the master, I mean Dr. James before he departs for Fla in a couple of weeks!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Banks Time
We just returned from the annual beach vacation with the in laws. It was fun. There was no drama, everyone just relaxed and I got in some much needed windsurfing in Duck, NC. I also, finally, got a bran spanking new harness (KaKine Tabu) so now I can donate the circa 1980something, pink and yellow, Windcatcher harness to the VIMS Sail and Paddle Club.
Over the course of the week I sailed three times. The first was Sunday the 6th. I went to Currituck Sound and launched from the deck of North Beach Outfitters (NBO). According the the WET site, this is the only launch in Duck. It was a little tight getting my longboard around the hairpin turns of the wooden stairs and wheelchair ramps to get to the gate that the very nice young lady from NBO gladly unlocked for me. It was a little weird because the launch consisted of a set of stairs that descended from the shopping deck directly into the water. The last step was treacherously slippery with algae. Once in the warm Currituck water there were patches of emergent vegetation where I wedged my board, while I fetched my sail. Then I had a fun session on the sound in the 15 to 20mph SSW wind.
The NBO is a kayak supply and rental store. We also brought a kayak and so we didn't spend a dime there. My boy didn't have his personal flotation device (PFD), but the nice lady (didn't get her name) at NBO gladly lent us one. I offered to rent it but she was totally cool and maintained that I should just borrow it. I'd really like to go back to her store sometime and spend some $$ merely because she was so helpful.
The other two days that I windsurfed were in the ocean. The first was Monday, July 7th. The wind was side shore (SSW at 10 - 20mph) at the Bayberry Street access. The water was chilly and blue. This was my first time windsurfing in the ocean and I was a little nervous but I got out and had a splended time without incident. I sailed from 11 to 1 and then 2 to 4. The swell was beginning to build from Bertha and I thoroughly enjoyed the ascents and descents. I quickly found myself far from shore in inky blue water with dolphins and several cannonball jellyfish (Stomolophus meleagris). When I came in I caught some nice wave rides and got back out every time without incident.
The only downside to my session at the beach was the sand. I got sand in between my mast extension and my mast and they are still currently stuck together. I tried to use the boom for leverage to twist them apart with fruitless results. When I get the time, I'd like to try the same technique, but this time with a strap wrench on the mast extension. I'll post the results of these efforts later.
On the 10th the swell really started picking up to overhead. The wind became light at 5-10mph from the SW, which in Duck is directly offshore. So, against my better judgment, I rigged up and went for a sail. I waited for the sets to subside into what I thought was a lull. I jumped in and then came another BIG F-ing set. I greeted the first breaker in the water, on the wrong side (inshore) of my rig. My UltraCat hit me like a Lincoln Navigator. I quickly caught my breath and re-positioned myself to the offshore side of the rig for the rest of the waves. My wife and father-in-law tried to help, but I told them to get clear, so they wouldn't also get plowed over, and they did. I held the rear footstrap and waited out the set. Then I got on for a lazy sail over huge swells. After about an hour of that I called it quits and went in.
I regretted not having my old surf board, but there were plenty of boogie boards available so I went for some boogie time for the rest of the week. The wind remained light and there was frequent rain.
Now I just gotta get back out so I can get my new harness wet! I got it at the Hatteras Island Sail Shop in Waves. The father and son windsurfer/kite boarders were super helpful and their shop had a TON of gear. The place is on the sound and they have rentals, lessons, and all kinds of cool stuff. My only recommendation is to call first, especially if you have to drive from afar. Their hours are a little wacky, but I think it's worth it since the next shop in Avon is another 50 miles south, which is quite significant with todays gas prices.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Where I've been...
Life has been busy lately, and here’s why. I’ve just returned from the Eastern Shore, Virginia, where I was fortunate to be involved in an intense grassbed community sampling effort. We sampled members of the faunal (animal) community in the underwater Zostera marina (eelgrass) beds. We willingly worked long hours, with enthusiasm. We were up until 10:30 to 11pm in the lab some nights after long days in the field. In 7 days of sampling, I “worked” 87.25 hours. Now I’m spending a couple extra hours blogging about it.
There we saw beautiful sun sets and sun rises and some beautiful country. The Eastern Shore is special. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel (CBBT) toll of $12 each way for passenger cars ($20 for my 4 axels) keeps it special.
Traffic on the Southside (Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Portsmouth etc.) and the Peninsula (Hampton, Newport News, etc.) is heavy with elements of pure insanity. Once past the CBBT toll booth, traffic instantly becomes slow. They just don’t drive fast over there. Really, it’s quite refreshing. You might get the occasional kid in a hurry to get back to New York, but he’s got plenty of room and the State boys won’t let him be in that much of a hurry anyhow.
The economic disparity is stark. There are assemblages of McMansions, old large restored plantation houses, and other restored architecture, golf course retirement communities and then there are rows of simple dwellings each with their own outhouse. I’ve also heard that some still don’t have electricity.
Farming, agriculture, and aquaculture dominate the stratified economy. There are huge chicken factories and tomato factories and other crop factories. The operations are immense.
There’s also a large segment of the population that are watermen. All the ones that I met were friendly with a unique dialect that is well documented in William Warner’s, Beautiful Swimmers. I really did hear one old dude tell me that he’s had trouble with his “ersters” (oysters).
On the water the wind was always blowing. I have always thought of the summer as a calm time, which it is on the western side of the Bay. But on the Eastern Shore that southwest wind blows incessantly. It’s rarely calm, and the sand bars are no frickin joke. They are long and far (over a mile in places) from the beach. You have to go around them, even in a small boat like our 21 foot Privateer. Many times they are shaped like long parallel spits pointing south along the shore. At low tide many of them form beaches. At high tide the chop breaks perilously on them.
We accessed all ten sites from two boat launches, Cape Charles Harbor and Morley’s Wharf. From Cape Charles we traveled to Bay Creek Golf Course Beach, Cherrystone, The Gulf, Old Town Neck, Hungars Creek, and Church Neck. From Morley’s Wharf (on Occahannock Creek) we accessed Downings Beach, Sandy Point, Hyslop Marsh and Silver Beach.
THE SCIENCE WORK
The objective was to sample marine communities in seagrass beds with varying adjacent shorelines, like bulkheads and tombolos to marshes, woods, and lagoons.
Rachael and I took 400 samples from the 10 sites. 350 of those were taken in snorkel gear. Matt was the ever important “Yak Boy”. He kept our stuff straight in a Sport Yak so we could concentrate on sampling. Here are the things that we measured. For most of the animals, except the grazers, we measured, counted and released them, so we minimized mortality.
Here’s the rundown: Number of samples/site
Sediment chl-a 5
Epiphytic leaf Chl-a 5
Grazer mass/grass mass 5
Grass biomass 5
Predator sweeps & grass coverage 5
Faster, bigger predator scrapes 4
Physical data (DO, temp, salinity) 5
Sediment grain size and organic matter 5
Riparian assessment 1
40x10 sites = 400 samples
Some of the most important critters in the community are the grazers. These are composed of amphipods and isopods. They are important and of particular interest to us because they are good stewards of grass itself. One of the drawbacks for submerged aquatic vegetation, like eelgrass, are the presence of epiphytes (plants growing on plants). Epiphytic algae grows on the surfaces of the leaves and this blocks out the light and weighs the plants down, essentially smothering them and preventing them from producing their food via photosynthesis.
Here's an example of some smothering macroalgae in the grassbed. This was at Hungar's Creek. Too much of a good thing...Algae also respires and at night when resperiation is greater than photosynthesis, dissoved oxygen can drop to zero, which cause nasty fish kills.
Enter the grazers. They actually benefit the grass by eating the epiphytes. The other way the grazers are important to the community is as food for subsequent trophic levels. Fish of all kinds, shrimps, crabs and others regularly dine on them. This way the energy from the sun travels from the algae to the grazers to the predators, to still higher predators, and so on. It is why all energy on the earth is solar energy, with the exception of nuclear energy, which resulted from supernovae, but I digress.
SOME QUALITATIVE OBSERVATIONS
The variability between the sites appeared to be very high. Some fishes appeared at every site, like the pipefish (Syngnathus sp), but it seemed that each site had its own distinctive residents. Some sites had several black sea bass, others had a huge numbers of grunts or pinfish, and still others contained summer flounder.
Pipefish are probably so successfull because they look just like the grass, as in this video. Also, pipefish are closely related to seahorses, and like seahorses, the males are the ones to get pregnant. The female transfers her egg to the male for fertilization. We saw a lot of large pregnant males. Fish are so kinky...
Palomoneates (grass shrimp) are the roaches of the grassbeds. They are so abundant it’s stupid. They also have real sharp rostrums (see the next section).
Numbers of crabs, and most other animals, were higher at the higher energy sites, where macro algae isn’t as dominant. The macroalgae smothers. One note about crabs, Jeff Shield’s group was also at the ESL. They were taking crabs and looking at the prevalence of a dinoflagellate (dino) that gets into the blood of the crabs and kills them. One of the techs described it as being like crab Ebola. They don’t live more than 3 months once they get it.
As with macro algae, dinos are bad in polluted, over-nutrified waters.
The most striking overall observation was that where macro algae dominated grassbeds in the protected sites, the grass seem smotheredand and there were fewer animals (with the exception of Gammarus amphipods and grass shrimp). Sites with higher wave energy had less of this.
Overall though, I really enjoy the field work. It's cool to observe the amazing life forms in our midst. Complex functioning marine food webs exist right in our back yard. I hope they can hang on despite the onslaught of nutrient pollution, global warming, and other maladies.
I’ll post the reference for the quantitative published results when they appear in a peer reviewed journal.
DANGERS
Finally, I should mention that, although I love to be up to my gills in the Bay, there are some, mostly minor, annoyances, and possible dangers to look out for.
Here’s the short list.
Storms – They can sneak up in the haze and ruin your day. When the sky turns purple, it’s too late. Regular weather checking it imperative.
Midge like “no see-ums” in shady areas. They’ll send you on an air-condition mission.
Green head flies near the marsh which hit you at high speed with their mouth parts open (they tear chunks from you)
Biting worms like Glycera. Their mouth parts puke out from their un-discernable head and four very prominent hooks sink into your flesh. I had one dangling from my pinky, two weeks ago. I still have a mark.
Blue crabs – out of the hundreds that I’ve handled only a handful got a piece of me. I don’t wear gloves because I need dexterity for measuring critters. If a blue crab does ever get me good, I might lose some dexterity regardless.
Grass shrimp rostrums – are the needle sharp pointy things that poke out of their “foreheads”. Handle them long enough and you WILL get “rostrusized”, which can include a painful dose of bacteria.
Sunburn – an obvious threat to melanin challenged people like me.
Stinging nettles – I fared pretty well. I only got tagged on my limbs a few times. Rachael got one in the neck. It was 24 hours before that whelp went away.
Earaches - ahhh, the lovely green water…
Cold – You wouldn’t think you’d be cold in June, but if you plan to spend as many hours in the water as we did, you’d better have some neoprene handy. With the recent upper nineties and a few triple digit temps, I complacently left mine in Gloucester. Thanks to the PG Ross of the ESL I didn’t get hypothermia.
Hot – well, it is June.
Overall though, the trip was awesome, and I’ll jump at the next chance to DO IT AGAIN!!! If you are inspired let me know. We do accept volunteers. However, keep in mind we aren't always on the water. In fact most of our time is spent in the lab sorting through all that we collected or on a computer, analyzing. Taking samples is actually the least time consuming task in the whole business.
Tight lines and full sails,
JP
There we saw beautiful sun sets and sun rises and some beautiful country. The Eastern Shore is special. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel (CBBT) toll of $12 each way for passenger cars ($20 for my 4 axels) keeps it special.
Traffic on the Southside (Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Portsmouth etc.) and the Peninsula (Hampton, Newport News, etc.) is heavy with elements of pure insanity. Once past the CBBT toll booth, traffic instantly becomes slow. They just don’t drive fast over there. Really, it’s quite refreshing. You might get the occasional kid in a hurry to get back to New York, but he’s got plenty of room and the State boys won’t let him be in that much of a hurry anyhow.
The economic disparity is stark. There are assemblages of McMansions, old large restored plantation houses, and other restored architecture, golf course retirement communities and then there are rows of simple dwellings each with their own outhouse. I’ve also heard that some still don’t have electricity.
Farming, agriculture, and aquaculture dominate the stratified economy. There are huge chicken factories and tomato factories and other crop factories. The operations are immense.
There’s also a large segment of the population that are watermen. All the ones that I met were friendly with a unique dialect that is well documented in William Warner’s, Beautiful Swimmers. I really did hear one old dude tell me that he’s had trouble with his “ersters” (oysters).
On the water the wind was always blowing. I have always thought of the summer as a calm time, which it is on the western side of the Bay. But on the Eastern Shore that southwest wind blows incessantly. It’s rarely calm, and the sand bars are no frickin joke. They are long and far (over a mile in places) from the beach. You have to go around them, even in a small boat like our 21 foot Privateer. Many times they are shaped like long parallel spits pointing south along the shore. At low tide many of them form beaches. At high tide the chop breaks perilously on them.
We accessed all ten sites from two boat launches, Cape Charles Harbor and Morley’s Wharf. From Cape Charles we traveled to Bay Creek Golf Course Beach, Cherrystone, The Gulf, Old Town Neck, Hungars Creek, and Church Neck. From Morley’s Wharf (on Occahannock Creek) we accessed Downings Beach, Sandy Point, Hyslop Marsh and Silver Beach.
THE SCIENCE WORK
The objective was to sample marine communities in seagrass beds with varying adjacent shorelines, like bulkheads and tombolos to marshes, woods, and lagoons.
Rachael and I took 400 samples from the 10 sites. 350 of those were taken in snorkel gear. Matt was the ever important “Yak Boy”. He kept our stuff straight in a Sport Yak so we could concentrate on sampling. Here are the things that we measured. For most of the animals, except the grazers, we measured, counted and released them, so we minimized mortality.
Here’s the rundown: Number of samples/site
Sediment chl-a 5
Epiphytic leaf Chl-a 5
Grazer mass/grass mass 5
Grass biomass 5
Predator sweeps & grass coverage 5
Faster, bigger predator scrapes 4
Physical data (DO, temp, salinity) 5
Sediment grain size and organic matter 5
Riparian assessment 1
40x10 sites = 400 samples
Some of the most important critters in the community are the grazers. These are composed of amphipods and isopods. They are important and of particular interest to us because they are good stewards of grass itself. One of the drawbacks for submerged aquatic vegetation, like eelgrass, are the presence of epiphytes (plants growing on plants). Epiphytic algae grows on the surfaces of the leaves and this blocks out the light and weighs the plants down, essentially smothering them and preventing them from producing their food via photosynthesis.
Here's an example of some smothering macroalgae in the grassbed. This was at Hungar's Creek. Too much of a good thing...Algae also respires and at night when resperiation is greater than photosynthesis, dissoved oxygen can drop to zero, which cause nasty fish kills.
Enter the grazers. They actually benefit the grass by eating the epiphytes. The other way the grazers are important to the community is as food for subsequent trophic levels. Fish of all kinds, shrimps, crabs and others regularly dine on them. This way the energy from the sun travels from the algae to the grazers to the predators, to still higher predators, and so on. It is why all energy on the earth is solar energy, with the exception of nuclear energy, which resulted from supernovae, but I digress.
SOME QUALITATIVE OBSERVATIONS
The variability between the sites appeared to be very high. Some fishes appeared at every site, like the pipefish (Syngnathus sp), but it seemed that each site had its own distinctive residents. Some sites had several black sea bass, others had a huge numbers of grunts or pinfish, and still others contained summer flounder.
Pipefish are probably so successfull because they look just like the grass, as in this video. Also, pipefish are closely related to seahorses, and like seahorses, the males are the ones to get pregnant. The female transfers her egg to the male for fertilization. We saw a lot of large pregnant males. Fish are so kinky...
Palomoneates (grass shrimp) are the roaches of the grassbeds. They are so abundant it’s stupid. They also have real sharp rostrums (see the next section).
Numbers of crabs, and most other animals, were higher at the higher energy sites, where macro algae isn’t as dominant. The macroalgae smothers. One note about crabs, Jeff Shield’s group was also at the ESL. They were taking crabs and looking at the prevalence of a dinoflagellate (dino) that gets into the blood of the crabs and kills them. One of the techs described it as being like crab Ebola. They don’t live more than 3 months once they get it.
As with macro algae, dinos are bad in polluted, over-nutrified waters.
The most striking overall observation was that where macro algae dominated grassbeds in the protected sites, the grass seem smotheredand and there were fewer animals (with the exception of Gammarus amphipods and grass shrimp). Sites with higher wave energy had less of this.
Overall though, I really enjoy the field work. It's cool to observe the amazing life forms in our midst. Complex functioning marine food webs exist right in our back yard. I hope they can hang on despite the onslaught of nutrient pollution, global warming, and other maladies.
I’ll post the reference for the quantitative published results when they appear in a peer reviewed journal.
DANGERS
Finally, I should mention that, although I love to be up to my gills in the Bay, there are some, mostly minor, annoyances, and possible dangers to look out for.
Here’s the short list.
Storms – They can sneak up in the haze and ruin your day. When the sky turns purple, it’s too late. Regular weather checking it imperative.
Midge like “no see-ums” in shady areas. They’ll send you on an air-condition mission.
Green head flies near the marsh which hit you at high speed with their mouth parts open (they tear chunks from you)
Biting worms like Glycera. Their mouth parts puke out from their un-discernable head and four very prominent hooks sink into your flesh. I had one dangling from my pinky, two weeks ago. I still have a mark.
Blue crabs – out of the hundreds that I’ve handled only a handful got a piece of me. I don’t wear gloves because I need dexterity for measuring critters. If a blue crab does ever get me good, I might lose some dexterity regardless.
Grass shrimp rostrums – are the needle sharp pointy things that poke out of their “foreheads”. Handle them long enough and you WILL get “rostrusized”, which can include a painful dose of bacteria.
Sunburn – an obvious threat to melanin challenged people like me.
Stinging nettles – I fared pretty well. I only got tagged on my limbs a few times. Rachael got one in the neck. It was 24 hours before that whelp went away.
Earaches - ahhh, the lovely green water…
Cold – You wouldn’t think you’d be cold in June, but if you plan to spend as many hours in the water as we did, you’d better have some neoprene handy. With the recent upper nineties and a few triple digit temps, I complacently left mine in Gloucester. Thanks to the PG Ross of the ESL I didn’t get hypothermia.
Hot – well, it is June.
Overall though, the trip was awesome, and I’ll jump at the next chance to DO IT AGAIN!!! If you are inspired let me know. We do accept volunteers. However, keep in mind we aren't always on the water. In fact most of our time is spent in the lab sorting through all that we collected or on a computer, analyzing. Taking samples is actually the least time consuming task in the whole business.
Tight lines and full sails,
JP
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Finally, A Sesh!
Finally, after way too long, I got some windsurfing action last Sunday. The wind was fun at 10-22kts from the SW. I picked up stranded James and a bunch of gear at 10 and we went to York River Seafood.
When we got there it was at the low end of the 10-22 range. I rigged my 6.6 on the Ultra Cat. I got some really fast runs as the breeze freshened. I did manage to get my rear foot in the forward strap. James was impressed with that run, but when I told him where my feet where, he made a funny face and said something snarky. I kept at it for a while longer.
The wind was increasing and James switched to a smaller sail. I switched to a 5.2m sail and a Mistral Prodigy beginner’s board (250L), at James’ urging. I’m glad I did; it was very fun and easy to sail. I immediately got my feet in the straps and had some nuking runs. It was so easy to handle compared to my longboard. I may have to re-think my whole “longboards rule” philosophy.
The only painful thing that happened was when I had a lull and fell back with my foot, too far into the footstrap. I was under the sail, in the water, with my foot still painfully in the strap. I yanked hard and got out, to my relief.
I met Chris (Outdoorsman). It’s cool to meet someone from the blogosphere in person. Not only does it make blogging more fun, but now I know another local windsurfer to meet up with for future seshes. He advised me to be careful not to stick my feet too far into the foot straps and at the end of the day, he offered to let me ride his short board.
I wanted to but after over 5 hours of sailing, it was time to go. I had a party to attend, a storm was brewing and my arms felt like linguine. It was a great day, and as an added bonus, I didn’t rip any sails or break any boards!
Sam and James who was testing out the Prodigy rig
Sam with a little Hang Time
When we got there it was at the low end of the 10-22 range. I rigged my 6.6 on the Ultra Cat. I got some really fast runs as the breeze freshened. I did manage to get my rear foot in the forward strap. James was impressed with that run, but when I told him where my feet where, he made a funny face and said something snarky. I kept at it for a while longer.
The wind was increasing and James switched to a smaller sail. I switched to a 5.2m sail and a Mistral Prodigy beginner’s board (250L), at James’ urging. I’m glad I did; it was very fun and easy to sail. I immediately got my feet in the straps and had some nuking runs. It was so easy to handle compared to my longboard. I may have to re-think my whole “longboards rule” philosophy.
The only painful thing that happened was when I had a lull and fell back with my foot, too far into the footstrap. I was under the sail, in the water, with my foot still painfully in the strap. I yanked hard and got out, to my relief.
I met Chris (Outdoorsman). It’s cool to meet someone from the blogosphere in person. Not only does it make blogging more fun, but now I know another local windsurfer to meet up with for future seshes. He advised me to be careful not to stick my feet too far into the foot straps and at the end of the day, he offered to let me ride his short board.
I wanted to but after over 5 hours of sailing, it was time to go. I had a party to attend, a storm was brewing and my arms felt like linguine. It was a great day, and as an added bonus, I didn’t rip any sails or break any boards!
Sam and James who was testing out the Prodigy rig
Sam with a little Hang Time
Friday, May 9, 2008
Spring is in the Air!
How do I know spring is in the air? I know it because my sinuses tickle. I know it from sounds of the peepers and the hooters in the night. I know it from the flowers. I know it when I see our super ladies break out their bikes. I know it when the spring series sailing starts up. But, what will make my spring so sweet will be when I get back on my Ultra Cat. I’m Jonesing for a sesh!!!
Iris in the front yard
Maxine and Gina - our departmental secretary and budget manager
The York River Wednesday night race
Iris in the front yard
Maxine and Gina - our departmental secretary and budget manager
The York River Wednesday night race
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