Not Enough Play

I've gone out a few times in the last couple weeks, but if feels like far from enough, especially when I sit at my desk and see the occasional flash of a paddle blade out in the harbor, as well as the far more frequent sightings of car-topped kayaks going past on Main Street.

Brighid and I had a bumpy morning before the Lobster Boat Races, two weeks ago.

Todd and Bill and I took a pleasant excursion out to Merchant and Spruce one evening, and enjoyed a spectacular sunset as we returned. And then a few evenings ago, Todd and I took a quick, stolen hour away from all the other stuff we had to do, and went out to the ledges near Rock Island to practice rolling. This time, I rolled more than I missed, doing consecutive rolls once I "got it", and it felt pretty good.

And now tonight, as I sit in the gallery on a Saturday night with no one coming in, I realize I should have gone kayaking instead, Oh well; you never know.

Croquet

The easiest way to explain this is the fact that we don't have a yard, but we do have a croquet set. So where can we play? Yesterday morning we headed out into the fog and found a nice spot on Sand Island.

It's a nice beach, but a tough course. The sand offers little resistance, and a bit too much oomph will send your ball all the way across the course, if not into the water. The slope is slight, but a ball in motion tends to keep going. We decided that a little "landscaping" would be okay.


We'll keep experimenting with courses and perhaps adapting rules for the terrain. It was great to have a game, but a little more paddling would have been nice too; it's tough to do it all.