The Dock

Here are a few more snow pictures taken from my dock.

This dock needs some TLC, but in its heyday it was quite the gathering place, especially for my father and his fishing buddies.  And for me and my sisters back when the creek would freeze solid enough to walk on.

Now it's like a museum of memories.  Neither the fish cleaning table 

nor that gill net have been used for decades.

Amazingly, that turquoise bucket filled with gill nets stays put even when storms rage

and the tide comes way over the dock.  It's as if it refuses to budge. It's holding on.

Watch out for that last step, it's a doozy!

Although I don't get out here often enough, I do enjoy a walk out on this dock.

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In other news, today is yet another snow day for the teenagers, 

and tonight's basketball game is also postponed.

Instead, the varsity teams will play Saturday night at home against West Point starting at six.

(We beat West Point before, let's hope we do it again.)

I hope your weekend is a good one.

Tuesday Trio

Recently I've posted photos of this boat, which lives at the end
 of my neighbor's dock in Millers Cove off Queens Creek.

But this particular near-sunset series was taken
with my newly fixed camera.

(I'm sorry to keep going on and on about the camera, but it was a big deal. These shots aren't anything to write home about, but my camera and I enjoyed the time anyway. We'd been apart for too long.)

I love this cove.

Back in the late 1970s it would freeze over so thick my sisters and I walked confidently across. We'd diligently break the ice around the poles on the dock to prevent them from pushing up at high tide.

But it's been many a day since the creek has frozen that solid. During a really cold spell these days, the cove (whch is shallow) may be the consistency of a 7-11 Slurpee for one day, but I don't think I'll live to see it ever freeze over thick enough to stand confidently at the end of that dock.

Speaking of the end of that dock, pay no attention to those missing boards in the foreground. That's my dock, and it's weathered more than its fair share of storms. It's still standing though. 

My mother, aka Wild on Waverly Lane, probably has the Polaroid snapshot of the sisters and I standing in our vintage '70s coats at the end of this dock breaking ice around CB Father's boat. Perhaps she'll scan it and share it on her blog for posterity.