Waiting Around and Looking

Annie sleeps on her trailer in the side yard under cover. I worry about the heat these days and go out and open the cover ends to get air flow. I am working on a plastic pipe structure that will support a removeable tarp. Hurricanes are an seasonal way of life here.

Mark will be leaving for Atlanta tomorrow and has been a big help around the house. I dropped him and a kayak off at the boat ramp this afternoon. While he was paddling into a head wind up Salt Run I took time out to look around at a familiar place. What is most apparent is the relatively new mooring system that the City has installed. Along with the orderly-spaced balls reaching toward the horizon are new dinghy racks clearly marked for 'registered users' of the moorings.  Just to the side lay older dinghies- remnants of the days when live-aboards inhabited the run. It became a problem and thus, in part, the new system.

I understand the problem. I have always known that St. Augustine is a small town with a large need to protect its image. Many times the City has acted to control that image, sometimes proactively but often in lieu of enforcing their own ordinances. Take the banning of street performers on St. George Street. But that's for someone else to explore. Maybe its just that I have a soft spot for old, funky dinghies. Maybe that's all it is.