what i did on my end-of-summer vacation

ironically, i hit more traffic heading south this sunny weekend on sunday afternoon than i did heading north on monday evening. (well, it was prime beach-outing drive time on sunday, and well after dark the next day, so perhaps its not apples to apples). no, i'm not changing my philosophical mind about north shore vs south shore, and hardwoods and granite vs scrub pines and dirty sand, but friends invested in a little piece of cape cod real estate from which to run their little boat out into nantucket sound, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. there's also nothing wrong with having a convertible in which to travel back and forth, though it's a heck of a lot more fun with an open road than crawling amidst a long caravan of other people who also didn't want to be there that way, even if that open road is a bit darker and chillier that you might otherwise have chosen. (that's what the heat is for).

we happily chased tuna, bonito and bluefish all around the sound with popping lures and a cooler full of beer. (mostly growlers of cape cod ipa). the fish weren't striking so much, we surmised because of the rougher weather the immediate day before, but that was hardly, when all was said and done, the point--lunch off the boat in oak bluffs more than supplied all the interactity we required. yeah, i "got a little sun", but not so much that it's uncomfortable, thanks to the foresight of sunblock and preferring to migrate around to the shady side of the t-top whenever the breeze and the boat shifted. (the #1 complaint? not enough cupholders).

we did smores around the fire sunday night, and the 2-hour sox replay (what's up with josh these days???) on monday night, and there was still time to get back in plenty of time for a good nights sleep before the gauntlet of "is it september already?" conference calls this morning.

life is good.

oh, and that bullshit that the kennedys and other so-called anti-oil, pro-alternatives environmentalists try to spew about wind farms spoiling the natural beauty of the waterways off the cape? trying to find a quiet spot in which to enjoy the sunny afternoon without being regularly run down and buffeted by wakes from everything from tankers to ferries to yachts the size of a small public school it can't help but occur to any reasonable person that a series of graceful wind turbines is the least of a naturalist's problems in that region of the world.

seriously.

there is no more eloquent argument against the morals and ethics of the "lion of the senate" than his and his family's bullshit objection to wind energy on the sound.

yes, i used the word bullshit twice. three times now.

bullshit.

that's four.

:-)