Here are a few more shots taken during Saturday's pontoon boat ride over on the Northern Neck.
(That's a lot of oyster shells.)
The name on the big boat is Capt. Ellery, although when I first saw it, I thought it said Captain Celery--thanks in no small part to aging eyes, bright sunlight, exhaustion, general confusion, and a newly acquired ability to transpose letters.
Frankly, I like Captain Celery better.
There should be a Captain Celery. I could write all kinds of stories about a Captain Celery.
It might not be as dignified a name as Captain Ellery, but still.
I see potential.
Also, I think I'm way overdue for a vacation, which isn't happening for a few weeks.
In the meantime, I'll continue writing nonsensical posts about nonexistent superheros named after vegetables, in between long days at work and worrying about a potential tropical storm or even hurricane this weekend.
It's still too early to tell, but at a minimum it looks like we'll be seeing some rain towards the end of the week.
Captain Celery, take me away!
For more information on the real Ellery and his seafood business, click here.