Election Day eve

It's Monday all day, but there is a sense of excitement in me today. It's the eve of one of the most important presidential elections that I can remember. Yes, I'm tired of the pundits and all the ads, but the feeling now is that we are on the precipice of a great decision. Whatever your persuasion, philosophy, or mindset, please do get out and vote.

I had a quiet weekend on the boat. It was beautiful weather, just cool enough at night to require the large comforter and warm enough during the day to be able to sit on deck and enjoy the sun. We built a campfire on Saturday night, met a kayaker who was spending the night in a hammock on the island and invited him to dry his clothes by the fire.

There were a couple of other guys camping out as well. They came over and were stumbling drunk. They had beached their 24 foot sailboat and said that they had been drinking all day. They polished off a bottle of Fire Fly which is a concoction of sweet tea and vodka that is coincidentally made on the island where I live. One of the guys was a cell biologist from the local medical university. He could barely stand up. They were cordial enough, inviting me over to have coffee in the morning. Considering the shape that they were in, I had to wonder what would happen if I went over in the dinghy, blew the airhorn, and said "Hey, where's that coffee?".

The sail back was fast. We stayed until the tide changed which was after dark. It was a brisk breeze at around 15 knots with higher gusts. All in all, it was a beautiful weekend. I'm so grateful that I think of fire flies as those neat creatures that light up the southern nights and not some booze in a bottle.