The wind was kicking up whitecaps on Pachaug Pond in Griswold, CT, tonight, so the paddle from the launch to the southeastern end of the lake was a slow crawl, but the ride back with the red umbrella was sweet indeed. I even checked out the sloughs behind some islands under umbrella power. A homeowner on the lake had a windmill to take advantage of the free energy, but a bad bearing in the thing made a screeching sound that could be heard all over. I’d hate to be his neighbor.
Griswold, CT, USA
The Urge to be Someplace Else 
So where’s your sail? And what is it with the cutesy/wimpy little red umbrella, when you could instead have a proper man’s sail propelling you at high speed across the waters?
But then again, at your advanced age, I suppose one must make certain allowances… 🙂
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Sweeeeeeet!
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