Sideways

Thursday night was out in NoVa with the boys. Friday, early, I shot down sixty-six to the Hannock and met up with Dad. We proceeded on to the Bay house. Rigged up the HobieCat and went out into some sick wind. We survived, which is more than I had thought possible. With one more story to tell of ripping up the Bay in our pocket we sat by the water and chowed down on a pile of seriously large blue crab. Washed it down with a few cold ones and headed back home as the sun sunk into the pavement ahead. Then the weekend began...