Didn’t get on the water til a out 10. A pickup drove up, swept his headlights over Caesura and stopped cold. A nice boat builder wanted to talk boats. Fascinating guy. Finally got him to hold a light for me when i noticed it was after 9. He’s been living on a classic old sloop while he restores it, for 12 years. It’s anchored out in the cove.
Rowed back in the creek by moonlight. Got to lay down somewhere past midnight. Slept in a bed of lotus flowers. Moon, owls, fish jumping. Rye whiskey. Really nice. Really.