I’m long overdue for a new post. Luckily, I had a blog worthy night.
Laura and I, once again, went on a little adventure. According to experts, the early August night sky sets around 8:15, but I think the last bit of sunlight doesn't disappear until 9. I didn't get off of work until 7:10, and we didn't hit the water until 8, so we had a good hour of twilight. DC recently (and finally) got some rain this week, so the river was thick and comfortably choppy. We rowed out far enough from Jack's that we could let the current take us back. It was relaxing...and much needed.
There was something eerie about the mood. The clouds were swooping upwards and the Potomac was strangely quiet. I guess most of the kayakers had settled in for the night, and the few yachts that were out were only found by the waterfront, which was far away. We were all alone.
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This looks like an escape from Alcatraz |
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I've always thought Georgetown University looked like an evil castle |
We started to head back. The sky was black by then. We were rowing by the Washington Canoe Club and Potomac Boat Club when Laura said, "Someone just jumped in the water...or fell!" We rowed closer to Jack's and sure enough, there were three people swimming around in the river. Another guy and the owner of Jack's were staying dry on the dock. We pulled Baby Red up and I turned to Laura, "I'll jump in if you jump in." I grabbed her hand and SPLASH. We were wet and treading water.
Paul yelled, "Pool toys!" and threw a few stand up paddle boards for us to play on. One of us would hop on and stand up while another person pushed them along. Most of the time, the rider would just fly off. It was a great night. Unfortunately, it was so dark, this is the best picture I have.
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John |
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