Sunday, 23 June 2019: Green Bay

Summer solstice was this week and we finally got to go sailing one day.  Windjammers sponsors cruises throughout the season.  The original plan for this first cruise of the season was an overnight to Southbay Marina but since the weather for Sunday looked tentative, they changed the plan to only go to City Deck for lunch and return.  Justin and I with Bill Wons on “Snow Escape” and Laurie and Mark on “Slow Ride” made up our flotilla.  It was a fabulous day!  I refused to wear sunscreen and I didn’t have a hat with me so I paid the price a bit on my forehead... it was a burden.  

Justin was on the tiller most of the day

leaving Bill to take care of lines and fenders.

And calling ahead to make sure they opened the bridge for us

Slow Ride coming in right behind us

JUstin ready to jump on the dock to secure the lines

We all took time for a refreshing adult beverage aboard Slow Ride before heading in to lunch.

When we saw a wedding party in town, Bill was quick to offer Snow Escape for photos. 

 The boys jumped n board but the girls weren't as interested

Justin has been working diligently with the good folks from the DNR, Door County and various engineers and contractors.  We got our temporary permit so now we need to find the money.  We are hoping to be able to work something out so that we all use the same company and get it done all at the same time.  Don and Amy, the McNalley’s, Fred and Judy plus us represent over 1,000 feet of continuous shoreline.  I had originally thought that we could divide up the work and stretch it out over maybe three years, doing the most urgent work first.  However, it cost so much just to get the machinery to the sight.  Plus, it looks like they might need to access our shore through Don and Amy’s yard.  We can’t tear up their landscaping three times.  And even doing this they may need to cut down some of the cedar trees that serve to separate our front yard from our neighbors.  As nice as our neighbors are, we all like the modicum of privacy the trees provide.  Something about chopping down trees is just wrong anyway... unless it is a cottonwood.  Aargh!!!  I am sick of those dang trees.  Every time we open the door some of that fluff manages to enter too.  It is stuck to screens as well as every surface outside.  The grass sometimes looks as it’s fit is covered with frost.  And poor, poor Gemma.  If getting sand on her tongue on the beach isn’t bad enough now it is the crap from the trees — she adds a whole knew meaning to “cotton mouth.”