Some of it's majic, some of it's trajic

I made it to the lake again with Bobby and as we left the Marina it became obvious someone wasn't going to have a good day. Observing the police boat and divers working a site with grappling hooks started our sail off in a somber mood. We motored by at a safe distance and may never know the story of someones tragedy. I did catch a very nice fish while trolling and it picked my mood up but still I was reminded to never forget safety on the water, sailing can be inherently dangerous, especially with cold water.

We were in for a treat as this small plane with pontoons made two landings and takeoffs near us, It is hard to take a good photograph from a rocking sailboat when using a 10x zoom (even with image stabilization) so this photo was the best this amateur could do.

Michele and I are returning from a trip to Caprock Canyon and I will journal on that next, it became a real adventure and we met some really good people and a dog named Miles became best friends with our dog Sprocket.

Lake Bob Sandlin State Park

This is my good friend Bobby, the owner and salty skipper of the SV Bobcat. Bobby is the same age as my father and he and I have sailed for years and I really enjoy spending time with him, we have sailed and raced on area lakes and gone on coastal cruises as for as 20 miles offshore and up and down the inter coastal waterway.

I took this picture last week when the weather finally let us out for a nice day on the lake and we sailed and then hove too and enjoyed pb&j sandwiches.

We had a great sail and as the next picture shows we were at or above theoretical hull speed for his 26 footer, man I love sailing with Bobby.

Over this weekend Michele and I loaded up the camping trailer, bicycles and the kayak and headed to Lake Bob Sandlin State park. We had a great time at this park hiking, cycling and fishing from the kayak. While on a hike I spotted the tree with a large hollow and it reminded me of one of my favorite reads from my youth, the story of My Side of The Mountain in which a young boy ran away from home and lived in a large tree. The story now seems a little far fetched but about 1970 I could see myself doing this.

While kayaking I caught a few bass and one nice 17 inch one that got in the bottom of the kayak and starting thrashing me, for this it paid the ultimate price and made a great poorboy sandwich which I will remember for a long time.

We like to tour winery's and found the Los Pino's Winery in the piney woods of east Texas and thoroughly enjoyed a tasting as well as a glass of wine and some appetizers to make for a great long weekend, just look at Michele.

Springtime is finally here, get out and be active.

Dennis