Fern Ridge Day Three of Three
FERN RIDGE, Day two...
As a small group of us sat on our boats, while rafted up in a cove up from Richardson Point Marina, we remembered one of our number who did not survive the pandemic. We all agreed that Bob was a gruff, but caring fellow. For years, an active member of our little group, known as the Coots. Earl had painted a portrait of Bob on a happier time. We had that with us. We recited the lyrics to "Fiddler's Green." And just "talked about things." It was a nice thing to do--at the end of a day spent trying to be "normal."
The day started off for me, getting Elaine's sailboat rigged, launched, and underway. Mission accomplished. Everybody helped. There was a quick sortie out to anchor and test competing anchor handling practices. Endless gams of twos and threes. On the dock. On the boats.
Yep. A concentrated effort to just feel normal. And, to be grateful. Dan.