Tonight we went to the Power Squadron oyster roast. It was held at an old home right on the river. The view is stunning from the back yard. Graceful old oak trees that are a hundred years old stretch out moss-laden branches that nearly touch the ground.
We came to the party by boat, having been out sailing earlier in the day. We anchored out at first and rowed the dinghy to shore. Later, we tied up next to a 1935 era wooden Herreshoff Mobjack ketch that came from near my home town in Virginia. I love these old wooden boats that come from another era. It's good that they are preserved and not left to rot or be eaten by ship worms.
There was a lot of food and about 16 bushels of oysters. These were the first oysters of the season for me. They were cooked in a super rig, all made of stainless steel. I hadn't seen anything quite this elaborate for cooking oysters, hotdogs and hamburgers.
It was a good time. And now it's time to head home and check on the animals. The full moon is rising and the tide is going out. It's a perfect night for a moon dance.