After three long days of sprucing up MicMac, putting her sails back on, stashing our stuff (including two cases of water and a FEW bottles of wine), shocking the water tank and various other boat chores, we got back on the Rappahannock Rivah for an enjoyable day sail.
To those familiar with the Northern Neck and Middle Peninsula of Virginia, there is no such word as "river." It will always be a Rivah, whether you are talking about the Rappahannock, Piankatank,York or Potomac. We even call the James OUR Rivah unless it creeps into our backyard during a nasty Nor'easter or hurricane.
Our annual April "shakedown" cruise with fellow Stingray Yacht Club members is an enjoyable tradition, as we reacquaint ourselves with all the boat systems. We burned our socks (also a boater tradition) yesterday and Pastor Snow from Zoar Baptist Church blessed our fleet. His new church is going up quickly, replacing the one destroyed by a tornado just two years ago. I pray that the New Jersey Shore will recover soon too. Mother Nature gets our attention all too frequently now.
Did NOT anchor out last night out because spring temps here have been a bit below average and rain was on the way. Sailing or motoring back down the Rivah in driving rain is fresh in my memory from last year. I am a fair weather sailor and not crazy about facing the elements if we have a choice.